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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 the
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