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.
 
This template is called "shattered pieces of my soul", a modification of "The Light : The Sound". (c) 2005 Daniel Josph Xhan. Use and modify at your own discretion.