Whet chills

Compelled, I walk alone

The fog follows

As if ghost can cast a shadow

Colorless in darkness

The scent all too pedestrian

For these steps that visit

On the fringe- of water wet

As it lashes the beach

Wave after pounding wave

Over and over, punishment

Seeping beneath- the grains

Filtering out bitterness

Only to be inundated again

Its too hot to breathe

And yet, my bones shiver

From the other side of- us

I still cling to each drop of hope

That, the waves will subside

The sun will again rise

You find me- here- waiting

And for but a little colorful while

I can love you dryly…in warm peace


Poet of the Light © 2019



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