I am standing on the shore, the water is black, the rocks are large. I
am watching the water as faces form, they are morphed into the waves,
they move into grey. I am curious as to why they are there. I see the moon the way it glitters the surface, I don't feel the cold air, I only know that it is cold.
Black on Blue
Sloshing she rocks
Air ice in her lungs.
Eyes upon the surface
In the current wave of Faces.
They are white.
White.
Pulled into black
and they swirl with the motions
Reflected light tickles the surface
Sparkles as it follows
The sky.
The black.
Those little lights
The sea beneath
Waves that pull
I taste the salt
feel the trails.
Warmth rolls,
drips, and stares.
Rockaby
He lulls
The story that has been told
Flows
Thumps beneath my toes
Light that freckles the sky
Light that pulls the sea beneath
Black
Black on black
The faces blend
Swirled into grey
Reflections they may be.
Reflections of past. Floating on the skin
Standing still
Paused on planks
Placated
The world stops its swirl
I wait for the sun to rise
I wait for
This idea is driving me NUTS, these faces that swirl. The words they
came and I didn’t hit SAVE. They are gone…and this is what I could
piece together.
Love, love, sweet, sweets.
