If I dream I might miss
The moon in a blink of an eye
Where the earth starts to blow pass the wind
Like an open shooting star racing past coming fast in the night but before the star there was no light in the sky.
YOU ARE READING
Surfing Along the Shorelines
PoetryRiding every wave Like it was a riptide Down at the beach Past the county lines And there was only the boardwalk With the lighthouse in the sunset in sight Where the waves brought the calm before the storm And the surf before the waves But s...
