Lost In The Artic

Depleted waves crash at our feet
Slowly eating away the shoreline
The howling winds are broken screams
Of old dreams lost and fading away
The setting sun making a last stand
Fighting a mass of blood-red orange
Detonating into a dome of gold
Then dispersing to shattered embers of lavender
Your eyes trace along the darkening horizon
Scorching blazing lines into the cloudless sky
Frost bite our skin, fleet sting our eyes
But we refuse to hide from the Artic Wind
We find ourselves lost in a maze of choices
Possibilities misleading and enchanting
Together we watch the Northern Lights
Following a map of blinking stars
Knowing somehow, we’ll find a way out
-Amethyst al Heatheritz13
Category:Poems