a bruise rests upon the horizon in the half-light of storm; a ceiling of midnight blue, brushed with deep purple encompasses the world the sky aches, its pain explodes upon us in heavy droplets of tears - Nature is upset
Tag: poetry
Wanting Dreams
I want that deep blue-green
of oceanside that feeds my soul,
and the smell of the salt
that rides the wind;
I want the soothing calm of the waves
lapping upon the rocks,
and the music of the birds
at the break of day;
I want the stillness of the night
echoing across the bay,
and that feeling of place,
that I've come home
do I want too much
what is life without dreams