Change
ornate specks of salty ocean air
fall the the ebb of the tide
massaging the shore
slowly being pulled out of grasp
i long to hold it all.
to cup a wave -crest to trough
in my empty hands
this moment of comfort
soon falls to the domination of nature
a stronger force than us all
my liquid i have held for never long enough
is summoned by the westward winds
back to the waters
waiting for a new soul to scoop it up
Friday, August 14, 2009
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