The ephemeral glow of the sun,
rising above the ocean.
Light rays reach out, like the hands
of a god offering eternal tranquility.
Gossamer glaze covering
photographs that never do justice to reality.
Shells resplendent, beaming
from their home in the sand.
Houses perched on the dunes,
spellbound by the gentle rush of water.
Seagulls, lackadaisical in manner,
witness to the scene.
An honest mess- A rain cloud affair; Nothing more than clothes in the corner piled high on the chair, Your mouth says a name- doesn’t seem to know mine. Who knows if you’ll ever say what you mean? Mes
What if spilled ink Was nothing more than Dense words compacted On your muddled page? Not a mess to mop up, But a message to sort out. What sort of message Would we find in the Deep recesses of our pe
1. HEEL i see a future where i walk through the door, and you are there to take my shoes off and carry me to the couch, where we exchange soft words about our days. you run your hand along my calf, yo
