The sea above.

Dovestoneboy

Look, the stars are not liquid

More they are clasped in the 

rock-like grip of my palm, 

I exhale and out you flow

a flood of longing

dispersed in time, 

In rain I feel you

In mist I see you, 

A sea upturned 

and water touched

by delicate frost

the ebbing wayward tide

and love, then live

with love that's lost. 

  • Author: Dovestoneboy (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 30th, 2020 16:46
  • Category: Unclassified
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