im standing on the edge
of night
knee deep
in frothy sea foamdying rays of sunlight
cutting through green waters
waves cresting on mottled sand
casting emeraldwishing you were here
standing with me
silhouetted
against the darkening sky

YOU ARE READING
a dreamer's anthology
Poetryi make myself obsolete stringing words across my skin, follow me on my journey through the dark wood of my mind