Apr 2015
A long shot of the stretch
where waves hug the shore
then freeze as a moment’s sketch
to never roar anymore!
Her footprints on the sandy turf
the winds would blow away
her trace of hunt from sparkly surf
for dead shells on the bay!
In her eyes glows red crab lust
her wings are ached for soar
so long the now not turns to dust
just once must love her more!
Fleeting time leaves one long shot
of cloud and dead trunk beach
carved with dream etched in thought
but never close to reach!
where waves hug the shore
then freeze as a moment’s sketch
to never roar anymore!
Her footprints on the sandy turf
the winds would blow away
her trace of hunt from sparkly surf
for dead shells on the bay!
In her eyes glows red crab lust
her wings are ached for soar
so long the now not turns to dust
just once must love her more!
Fleeting time leaves one long shot
of cloud and dead trunk beach
carved with dream etched in thought
but never close to reach!
