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Tuesday, February 28, 2012


strings of volume cannot increase the
curiosity of this song
his memory
hidden in empty adventures
his reflections
guided by illegitimate contributions

a fire withstands the horizon
between water and sky
delicate hands flounder the slick deck
foolishness is her ship and
she was happy to climb aboard

bare skin shines moonlight turning
slumber into waves with
his lies
claiming their space in
empty pockets

her face
pushed underneath murkiness of uncertainty;
a misguided seeker
trying to cross new land

she longed in greeting ocean life;
to crystallize a moment in a
dark and deserted shallow as
laughter above
gives way to the power of the stones

©Andrea Laws (Author) March 5th, 2014