What if
at my Temple by the Sea
time did not exist
and waiting was
just an invitation?
What if
wind never blew sand,
only the canvas,
or the hem of my skirt
and my hair?
What if
that canvas
blew into the Sea,
then washed ashore
so finely painted
that no man's hand
could have held the brush?
What if
I were content
dancing alone
on an empty beach
without a fire
under that vast starry sky?
What if
I never waited
for you?
Sep 9, 2014
Sep 9, 2014 at 9:49 AM UTC
What if
at my Temple by the Sea
time did not exist
and waiting was
just an invitation?
What if
wind never blew sand,
only the canvas,
or the hem of my skirt
and my hair?
What if
that canvas
blew into the Sea,
then washed ashore
so finely painted
that no man's hand
could have held the brush?
What if
I were content
dancing alone
on an empty beach
without a fire
under that vast starry sky?
What if
I never waited
for you?
