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....
It refreshed again today, the writing I made months ago...wonder how could that be?
and lead me to add more...
if there could be a fog or mist
it could be night or I'll be darkly dressed
by a falling leaves, merged of restless shadow
...to gone..
A space for hollow
owned walls swallowed up
with an ashen song to sing
in deafness
it all at sea,cold and clearly to see
thorugh rise and tides
deep as the depth of forever
....ditto.....
Thanks for such a deep rooted poem. Can’t really tell how much you are talented in writing some good ones.
ReplyDeleteI am honoured just to be the one being waiting for. In the midst of my trembling time doing so many things at the same time, I still can feel the warmth you have always been trying to share.
Keep that well. Life’s never too long until all is gone like the wind.
I am, the lucky person who knows you.