the sea below
a rock to hold me
from what, I thought
the wind, so cold to my flesh
yet so warm in my mind
the sea
so wet to my skin
yet so warm in my heart
maybe my rock holds
my mind
in some deep crevasse
waiting to be
whisked across
the sea
can my flesh
follow my mind
to the sea
maybe the wind
can make me a sail
and transport
my flesh... my soul
somewhere my mind and my heart
has dreamed to be
gsbatty
1 comment:
This is a wonderful poem in both form and content ... I love the different ways it can be read :)
peace,
JP/deb
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