2A silly little poem written for Brindalynn Oryx Somnia.
Shores and Thoughts...
(Empty shores...)
I stand here, looking like I'm something else...
I don't think so, you know I don't.
I'd love to write you the perfect poem...
The words may come, you know they won't.
The sea keeps calling back her waves...
They dissobey, and come for me.
The sand is drowned, but will remain,
The carrier of an endless sea...
The sea could be my stream of thoughts...
All up in a bunch, no system here...
The waves could be my "good" ideas
(They always wash away...)