See Scuttle sun,
On mirrored runs.
Sculpted stones,
Bleached bones,
Form fortresses,
Or green terraces
Soaked in blue,
Steeped in dew.
See now Saqi
In artic light free
Sift me tomorrows.
To find me Firdos.
By
Ali A. Naqvi
P.S This poem is inspired by this sequence found on Vimeo which was filmed by TSO Photography and music by Marika Takeuchi.
Here is the video
The Arctic Light from TSO Photography on Vimeo.
I'll be honest. I don't have a creative or artistic bone in my body but despite this I can tell you are one extremely talented poet who work actually does move me. :)
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