Meadows Of Brushed Gold

I wandered meadows

Of brushed gold

With skies of pewter

And a sun of amber cold

A touch of metal

And stone

Chilling my bones

Stealing heat

Delivering beauty

While my soul reconciled

This conflicting tale

To the reality

Of your absence

©Entirety 2016

photo by Christian Rey

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