Wednesday, 13 July 2016

come, sun

come, sun
wrecked here
on the edge of
these weathers
i wait for you
like a sun
to lift me
clear
to hold
me
warm
to love
me in
your
hands
broken on
this shore
hurry, love,
hurry, the
eyes of
stones
that lap
above the
tide are
watching
they wait to
see me rest
there like
driftwood
sick with
salt, forever,
forever,
hurry, my
love, hurry
the birds of
sad wing
may yet
take me


                  june 30 2016

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