Softness behind my neck
Where your eyes dream of silk
My thirst is taken and I am thirsty
A milestone of morning thus
Shines - I am not alone
But I push and pace with tranquility
Mindless do I -
In cranberry sun
Carry myself to the graceful imagination of the sea
Having no sense
Mine is a borrowed desire
Where my brothers and sisters follow me and we sing
By the something ghostly – maybe the sea!
Cpyrighted 2009
