i listen to low tide
hoping to hear your breath
but its softens drowns
in the warning cry of a starboar buoy
learching on the bars of waves
strecheted across the sound
it breaks damp white hem
pillowed by the rocks
echoes the whisper of my voice
saying your name....
When I went to the hill to check the land that day....I was whispering this to the ocean down there...and seeing the waves dump to the rocks; exactly of what I feel that time and now.
As said, words is limited to say and hope never be ended to stay.
I am so blessed for having you in my life, thank you;
Such a poetic song of soul you wrote honey. When I read it, it echoes in every beat of my heart. When I see it, I have seen you there, stay still, from the first time we 'meet'.
ReplyDeleteI am blessed to have you there. I am pround just to be the one you missed. How can I not keep you in my heart.