Solomon’s Gaze
On the far right is a sad left,
Before the sea retires into an ambush of waves.
Dim light feeds crescents before iron doors bend in favor;
At arm’s length, gold sweepers tend to Solomon’s gaze.
His thoughts salute his chariots,
Then his seal drops into a standstill of red dots.
Today is opinions.
– F.O
Summary
The poem paints contrasts and transitions, from the natural world’s subtle changes to the grandeur of historical figures like Solomon. It reflects on the passage of time and the significance of the present moment, blending rich imagery and thoughtful contemplation.
