Bones dry
salt washed clean
Rocky feet
touch the scene
And it whispers
It lingers on
the breeze that calls
until day is gone
You hang
like the clouds
over me
I drift
like the waves
on your sea
Leaves die
veins stained blue
warm hands
on skin loose
and it echoes
the air between
two parting worlds
One unseen
YOU ARE READING
The Nautilus
ПоэзияWe are so dark in the heart of this night and it never stops and it never starts. I find myself a mystery and I see nothing that surrounds me that I endeavor to know more than the universe inside myself. Michael J Tyger, poet and novelist...
