This sadness under my feet
Flows like a sea of misshapen shadows,
Filling the rippled cracks
I walk on tiptoes.
Where do I go?
For I keep losing myself
in washed up thoughts-
Trapped echoes of this shell.
Closing my lids
Taking this world of pain,
On the threshold of perished dreams
I hear a thousand sobs, refrained.
Secrets choking
Digging up my broken soul;
Our world's too small for you,
And too big for mine alone.
Shattered fragments spilling
In my world, across your universe
Left over imprints retracing,
Writing our love in reverse.
Counting the burning stars
Let me wish until nothing's left
Drowning among them,
I hold my breath..
YOU ARE READING
Summer Sands
PoetrySummer The days are longer The night skies Draped in stars, Shimmering pearls in the ocean; While the seagulls soar Above the ever, turning tides.
