Pebbles,
I swear I heard pebbles,
Adrift,
with that sweet specific noise
That pebbles do,
when touched by the sea.
Such a beautiful glimpse,
Strange,
unintended,
Surely not for me.
Delicate fingers
And eyes,
With their shiny corners,
Overfilled
with drops of meaning.
Magically,
falling upon me.
All I need is the sun,
The sun and the sand,
For this sensitivity
To find a home.
As
It is almost pain,
This unintended thing,
With the smell of salt water
And the taste
Of a fictional kiss.
While these seconds
go by like waves,
Passing through,
A glimpse,
Fingers, lips
And pebbles. |
Submission Name: Imagination within reality's seconds
