Thursday, May 12, 2016


I let these unspoken words bathe over me
like a wave of petals and paper boats
caressing a lazy shoreline.

These troubled bones shift with our moonlight, 
in the fades of this
lovely deep.

And I asked myself if the sand was happy when the tide rushed away. 
Or if it found pleasure knowing it would always return. 

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

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