With nothing to remember

House of Heart

At days end when the sun casts

a crimson glow across the horizon

the ocean is thick with salt and thesand

etched with patterns of anambivalent tide.

I am pared down to souvenirs

of swords and sighs

to coax alive the brightest stars

so you may find me once again in wind

furled sails.

The sea is a moon struck epiphany and

withthe slightest chance of finding you I

have castmy dreams to an incoming

storm as if there is nothing to remember

or forget.

Keine Erinnerung

An Tagen, die enden, indem die Sonne den Horizont
mit einem karmesinroten Leuchten überschüttet,
habe an dich gedacht.
Das Meer ist gesättigt von Salz und der
Sand ist übersäht von gebrochenen
Ich bin nur noch Dunkelheit und Licht.
Ich öffne unser Andenken, geschlossene Türen,
mit Schwertern und Seufzern,
die hellsten Sterne zu beleben;
so kannst du mich finden…

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About Jonathan Caswell

Mr. Caswell has been composing poetry at least since High School. He has been on WORD PRESS for ten years and contributes to two other blogs beside this one. This blog has a Christian emphasis but all bloggers are welcome. Mr. Caswell chooses to---with permission--re[post material of interest

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