The stream is complacent
Its beauty is natural.
Mine is inert
Heart standing still.
Waters beat the sides of oysters...
Bedded in silt.
All warm and cozy
Thoughts are just thoughts...
Today.
Nothing special.
No beauty from within
No woodstorks flying
Taking me away
My heart riding...
On their wings
The marshes sway...
With summer breezes
Flotsam travels along
As the tide ebbs
Nature taking out the trash
Beats of a lonely heart
Wanting to keep tokens inside
Remembrances
Words that will never
Go away
Only the sunshine
From my soul
Shut off.
Laughing gulls mocking
My tears
Rings of circles
From the toe in the creek
Growing larger
One inside the other
Secure...
Fading with the wash
Reflections of hearts...
Souls depressed
Dying...
In waters
Threads broken
An oar breaks the water
Takes the one
Away
From...
The other
And the love
Remains...
As tears
Embrace the rings