If I listen carefully,
I can hear the lapping of the ocean tide.
The splish
splash
of skipping rocks.
If I close my eyes,
I can feel the sun again.
The warmth my hands held
For those few seconds.
If I stop for a moment,
I can still find traces of those stolen moments.
Of that sweet summer
Trailing in the October breeze.
Aug 26, 2014
Aug 26, 2014 at 9:22 PM UTC
If I listen carefully,
I can hear the lapping of the ocean tide.
The splish
splash
of skipping rocks.
If I close my eyes,
I can feel the sun again.
The warmth my hands held
For those few seconds.
If I stop for a moment,
I can still find traces of those stolen moments.
Of that sweet summer
Trailing in the October breeze.
