Tuesday, October 22, 2019

Day Dreams

WHIRLS

Speak a word then let it float out to sea
the sea that comes to me always
in silence and in the cool breeze through my window
when I close my eyes and sink deep into sleep
for a second becoming my dreams, far away from this noise


The pitter-patter of pain and work and life,
Whirl away
Whirl away 


and breathe the salt air, breathe as rain falls
and waves come and go to you.

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