Leave Me

Leave Me short poem

Uploaded by Keith Wilson


Leave me…
to bask in the drenching moods of life’s diverse grandeur.

Leave me…
to gaze at the ball of fire
which sets innocent faces of the clouds
aflame each morning.

Leave me…
to embrace the steel blue eyelid of the sea
..and watch its lucid chartreuse eyes awaken at noon.

Leave me…
to my illusions of joy
that the scented breath of oak and pine
is an offering with humility in my presence.

Leave me…
to drink deeply the spirits that tenderly intoxicate my heart
when a woman’s love graces my dawning life.

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A marine science teacher who is deeply connected to the beauty of the natural world and is in endless wonder at the opportunities of discovery that each moment offers.
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