Thursday, June 11, 2015

Lately I have been writing poetry to go with some of my instagram photos.

Penned this tonight:

The moon turns into crashing rocks
and quickly turns to dust
Sprinkling down upon the earth
and everyone of us
The sky goes dark but for the stars
I reach for you but its too far
The ebb and flow of the tides is lost
And I've lost you in the chaos
My rock has turned to dust
I run my finger from my knee to my thigh
Gathering you up and gazing at you, marveling at you
Sparkling on my fingertip

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