The evening sun tiptoes
Shading, cradling
Pieces, parts, specks,
Flimsy silhouettes molding
Tracing drifting promises
Of what’s left underneath-
As the scent of the ocean permeates
A transient breeze whispers,
Ruffling these loosened hair strands
Tossing then tucking,
Like the time you absently did;
Deep set eyes smiling
Leaving me shaky, breathless-
Echoing the ripples of my heart
On the open sea,
Vast, fathomless.
Those feather light kisses
Lingered on my trembling lips,
The way water trickles over my bare skin;
Delicate caresses replenishing me
Brushing in between the teasing waves.
Such smoothness and warmth
Seeping simultaneously,
With the coarseness of the sand
Clinging on my bare toes.
I glanced at the fallen sun
On the shifting sea,
And for a moment I saw them-
The ripples of shadows
Staring back at me, as one.
And yes, just as they said,
They cling, as long as there’s the sun-
Those shadows,
Of the world we left behind.
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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.
