Apostolic

Cast in an island
Far away from one’s conscious mind
Isolated in somewhere with no one
Lonesome man drifted by the ocean

He sees the blue skies and thinks for a while
The world shifts without his consent and passes him by
Just when he finally can inquire of himself about why
A raven lands on his shoulder, mocking him with a cry

And the afternoon gets in behind his eyelids
Sitting down with his dreams, frozen as time bids
Trees grow as the moon slips behind the night wings
Say the man, “Goodbye my love, to the eternity.”

poem by Alexander Foald
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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