Crimson clouds hang low.
The day’s embers glow softly,
burning down to dusk.
The night air’s cold hand
reaches down and pulls my breath
in shards from my chest.
I go to freeze on dark tides
I wake before three.
for another’s riches
Drops of falling rain,
Waiting, outstretched tongue.
Desperately seeking my
Waves, softly lapping
Dappled light wanders.
Across the lush, verdant grass
The past is a guide;
A companion who leads you
Into the future
I caught your eye then I glanced down at my cell phone And you kept walking
a box turtle’s shell barely breaking the surface gently making waves
As midnight’s tide ebbs The wet sand saves our footprints But for a moment
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