bones

bones Oct 2015

I dread the sound of its passing
and the call of its merry chime
on the hour every day
the price that I pay
for life is a fear of time...

bones Oct 2015

Waiting for the sea...

Waiting for the sea she sits
writing with her fingertips
setting down herstory on the sand;

waiting, with a wistful eye
watching for the rising tide
wondering if stories can be drowned..

#ohidoliketobebesidetheseaside

bones Oct 2015

When I am old..

When I am old
and still alive
like embers in the ashes I
will burn the hands
of all who try
to tidy up too soon...