The singing rumble of breaking waves coming forth and sliding past my feet gently and unaffected, as my eyes stare out silently as I see only from what I am thinking, I am not engaged in things of reality, simply locked in memories quietly. I remember being here when it was new to me. We were playing and cavorting in the shallows, cursive and constant about our motions. I gazed at you in the dark like a ghostly vessel upon the water, your beauty was fierce; a goddess was with me, alit by the trail of light left behind by the moon, dancing and quivering out to the horizon line.
Posted on: Fri, 27 Sep 2013 07:23:42 +0000