Sunday, July 12, 2009

The world is free from my melancholy thoughts



The world is free from my melancholy thoughts,
the world just is.
The beach, with sand eroding from the fierce tides, cannot see
my young amorous shadow,
hiding naked in the dunes.

Nor the form, pensive and sturdy,
studying the violet Winter hues,
gathering ocean air,
before the return to
the familiar city.

3 comments:

samia Goudie said...

I love this , thank you for the lovely words and silence and the post of Shirley's picture is stunning and other wordly somehow. Another time .

samia Goudie said...

I love this , thank you for the lovely words and silence and the post of Shirley's picture is stunning and other wordly somehow. Another time .

harpervalley said...

so bittersweet....lovely.