Sunday, March 29, 2009

Tides (Poem)

In your eyes I am the pulse of light

yellow riveting the world at dawn.

In the cold I am numb

becoming shadows in ice.

My weight becomes one liquid motion

spilling into the creases of scourged sand.

Solid, deep heart, listen to the tides

falling fast and sucking in great waves

with every cry.

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