Monday, February 28, 2005
Damn these waves
that beckon this shore.
Promising so much,
asking so little
in return.
Crystal waves,
full of life -
so close,
yet a million
miles away.
Salt is in the air,
refreshing - near.
Foam floats
in speckled form
around my ankles.
Present, yet
forbidden.
that beckon this shore.
Promising so much,
asking so little
in return.
Crystal waves,
full of life -
so close,
yet a million
miles away.
Salt is in the air,
refreshing - near.
Foam floats
in speckled form
around my ankles.
Present, yet
forbidden.