The thirst of water, weighed down with salt,
Across the oceans shadow,
The waves, the moons and tides result,
The sky so dark and hollow.
Take me to your island bay,
Where the fools play.
And dance the night of black.
Then to rest, my sleepy love,
My heart you test.
The oceans and the sandy cove.
The dark of night is at its best.
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Author:
RSM (Pseudonym) (
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Comments3
Great wording creating images in this poem that seems to rock one to sleep in another sphere and dimension. Nicely done
Outstanding imagery, beautiful rhyme and flow, this is the stuff dreams are made of!
Thank you for your beautiful interpretation. Very kind of you
Thank you for reading and commenting
I especially love the first line--how water can be thirsty because it's salty. Beautifully written
Thanks for your compliment.
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