I miss the way the clouds
call to the sea through the horizon,
and the depths of the ocean
send secrets to the shore,
waves whispering to the sand,
foam telling tide-pools,
“Don’t worry. I’ll be back.
Just wait here.”
Nov 19, 2012
Nov 19, 2012 at 4:11 AM UTC
I miss the way the clouds
call to the sea through the horizon,
and the depths of the ocean
send secrets to the shore,
waves whispering to the sand,
foam telling tide-pools,
“Don’t worry. I’ll be back.
Just wait here.”