Tiny sparks flicker and glint,
on soft currents of salty air,
standing ankle-deep in the luke-warm tide.
Sunshine across your face,
turning your smile into nothing but
a light too bright to hold in ones eyes.
You were beautiful,
You were careless,
You were free.
Apr 9, 2010
Apr 9, 2010 at 7:37 PM UTC
Tiny sparks flicker and glint,
on soft currents of salty air,
standing ankle-deep in the luke-warm tide.
Sunshine across your face,
turning your smile into nothing but
a light too bright to hold in ones eyes.
You were beautiful,
You were careless,
You were free.