im standing on the edge
of night
knee deep
in frothy sea foam
dying rays of sunlight
cutting through green waters
waves cresting on mottled sand
casting emerald
wishing 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
