Sailing
seated here
on this cold hard rock
I watch for you,
out there,
drifting.
the taste of salt
on my lips,
I am breathless.
my tears,
insignificant
in comparison.
I see you drifting,
afloat on the ocean.
the sun is setting,
you wave to me.
coldness now replaced by hope,
a false sense of warmth.
posted by DeeM at 10:58 AM
8 Comments:
beautiful...like the sound of water lapping.
It's almost time to go to the ocean. :)
"coldness now replaced by hope,
a false sense of warmth"
isn't that the truth. sometimes i hold unto hope longer than i really should. beautiful words.
Now we have that and Italy in common. Thank you.
Beautiful words, you can feel the loneliness through this poem.
This is gorgeous.
thanks you guys!
My eyes also focused on "a false sense of warmth" Ouch. Fleeting.
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