The Poetry of Mark Daniel Milbocker 
A Time to be Poetic

I wish I could touch
the place where fading is

An ocean of sky gold
pink, blue like,
infinite smoothness
subtle smears the sky

White waves whisper
where's the wind?

Plains of glass sand
the palette of the scene
waiting, resting, holding
back before this time,
were castles beyond,
my hopes, my dreams, my ecstacy
where has the last stone sunk
of my treasure
at the bottom,
lies my heart
in the eternal
rest.
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