The day draws in. The sun long gone. Light fails.Portent of restless calm before the storm.Gulls…
Oceanic Pull
Tidal wave over me shattering senses gripping onto nothing blue turquoise salt in mouth can’t breathe…
This dampened pallet, those turquoise greens‘neath heavy skies drawn gunbarrel grey,Waves swirling…
If there is a whale in the deep sea, hear my siren call,understand my language of love and cradle me as your vortex curves…
My sleeping soul wakesAs the town’s vespersClimb the stairless sky,And the sea whispers.
The Sun: