These thoughts
They teem
They swirl
They brew a tempestuous sea.
Rolling in spirit,
they breathe.
Reveling in their exuberance,
They long to crash onto shore;
Dipping the golden grains of earth
To mark their presence for all.
Pen reached out for paper,
a mighty splash ensued;
The waves gone forever,
Nothing left imbued.
April 7, 2014 at 7:13 pm
Masterful!
April 7, 2014 at 8:59 pm
Thank you, you’re too kind!