The past is a guide;
A companion who leads you
Into the future
I go to freeze on dark tides
I wake before three.
for another’s riches
The night air’s cold hand
reaches down and pulls my breath
in shards from my chest.
Waves, softly lapping
Dappled light wanders.
Across the lush, verdant grass
Crimson clouds hang low.
The day’s embers glow softly,
burning down to dusk.
Drops of falling rain,
Waiting, outstretched tongue.
Desperately seeking my
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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