Wistful Wandering

Waves lapping the shore with a salty tongue
Licking the wounds of Autumn
Echoes of laughter, ‘when we were young’
Fireflies and stardom

An albatross calls but nobody answers
Leave a message at the tone
Wind directs black sand leafy dancers
On a stage of pitted stone

Driftwood hopes washed up by the tide
Scattered around my toes
In the solace of pages no longer abide
Learning what silence knows

Took a walk here to the breaking point
Of surf and self delusion
Because the ocean does not disappoint
Like your words of soft illusion

Advertisements

Share Your Thoughts...

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s