--::--
Like ashes from a burning sea
Her sandy beaches lay
Shored upon the land it coats
From forceful ocean wave
--::--
And as the tide draw up at dusk
The beach is coaxed within
Until tomorrow she must hide
Til tide retreats again
--::--
There once was a house that sat all alone
With untended shrubs and shattered windows
The walls were lackluster. The rooms were vacant
The ceiling and floors were cracked like the pavement
This house was abandoned; without an owner
And insects and rodents had all taken over

But one fateful night as it was storming
Lightning flickered without fair warning
The house ignited with blazing fire
And burned from within like a funeral pyre
This broken home came tumbling down
And, nothing but ashes covered the ground
Cameron Williams Nov 2017
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I open my eyes with a blurry vision.
The light strikes me with a forceful collision.

I blink. I cringe.
I stretch and breathe
then raise up slowly to my feet.

With a cloudy perspective
and hazy eye-sight,
I encounter my objectives
and march toward the light.
~~~
Cameron Williams Jun 2017
Like ashes from a burning sea
Her sandy beaches lay
Shored upon the land it coats
From forceful ocean wave

And as the tide draw up at dusk
The beach is coaxed within
Until tomorrow she must hide
Til tide retreats again
Cameron Williams May 2017
Firefly dances liven the night
Painting their artwork with flickering light.
The chatter of crickets beneath the trees
The whistle of leaves that sway in the breeze
The croak of the frog resounds over all
From the damp soil around the grass tall
The songs of the darkness master a tune
And play their instruments by the light of the moon
Cameron Williams Jan 2017
Twinkling stars fall from the night sky
and gently descend to the earth-
Like a dew drop kissing a blade of grass,
the glittery white star nestles herself amongst the others-
The stars sugar coat the vast green space
and eliminate color from below.
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Cameron Williams Jul 2016
life is a canvas splattered with paint
the artist moves swiftly while lacking constraint
brushes drag slowly leaving their marks
over and under they draw their smooth arcs
and like these arcs which go up and go down
our everyday lives travel circles around
the tracks of the coaster which land at the top
and fall to the bottom in one sudden drop
like a drop of acrylic on the canvas below
which lands on the surface and stars in the show
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