No matter how much I probe
Deeper, in and out,
Questions pose as answers
Locked within his shades of brown.
And still, I remain out of his sight
As a blind searching the skies,
As day is lost to night.
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.
