strong winds bring brash waters
from the depths of the sea
kissing passionately the
feather-tips of the sand
holding in its hand
a galaxy amid the dirt. begging
to the sky for rain
yet feeling only the salty sting of
evening's tongue
by next sunrise the galaxy
has numbed into a grainy dust
to be beaten mercilessly by the lips
of morning tide.
Aug 2, 2015
Aug 2, 2015 at 9:31 PM UTC
strong winds bring brash waters
from the depths of the sea
kissing passionately the
feather-tips of the sand
holding in its hand
a galaxy amid the dirt. begging
to the sky for rain
yet feeling only the salty sting of
evening's tongue
by next sunrise the galaxy
has numbed into a grainy dust
to be beaten mercilessly by the lips
of morning tide.
