The Sacred Strand

My thoughts are often on the sea,
Or where it meets the land;
A part of my knight-errantry
As o’er the globe I’ve spanned

In lavender and purple hues
Brave Helios has set;
Across, its slanting rays diffuse
Into a violet

The footsteps of a pilgrim there
Upon the holy coast;
As sea-songs scatter to the air
The amaranthine host

Then I sit down upon the sand
And face towards the sea:
A moment on the sacred strand
Of pure
Tranquility

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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