Saturday, April 09, 2011


Category: Poetry/Lyrics

Early morning, sun and moon
sharing the same sky:
I walk the shoreline in silence,
a mantra of wavelets lapping my ankles.

And I remember

outcrops of yesterday;
a sandcastle decaying seawards,
a name crafted from shells
waiting to be cast like runes
in the next tide; your dress
slowly becoming flotsam.

And I remember

looking through salt-stung eyes,
cradling you in the water;
realizing how these dry lands
have drained you, stolen the voice
that first claimed me and choked it on the mundane.

And I remember

immersing you in the fretting surf,
your skin becoming slick with rainbow scales
and golden fins brighter than freshly minted coins.
Then you were gone.

Posted by 2060beat on 04/09 at 05:33 AM | Permalink
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