Fay Slimm.

Unbroken

 

Unbroken.

 

During the quiet at douse of day

where solitude lies in sandy lines

gone summer footprints of yours and my

making regain poignant meaning

in dusk-covered evening.

 

The beautiful secret of us still unbroken 

can never be washed away

or be sunk into non-existence again

by tide or time nor can need once roused

belong to other than ours.