Dreary Days Along The Sand

March 30, 2014

I envision fields of greying tide,
Marching slowly
Under the dreary fog
Of a calm, Sunday morning
Along the sand,
Your eyes looking out,
Placing little thoughts and dreams
Towards the endless scape
Hoping someday they’ll come true,
And mine will chase yours,
And they’ll dance atop the chaos
Of waves rising and falling,
And I’ll miss how you felt
Your toes under the sand
And mine alongside yours,
Dancing under the little grains,
Little vestibules of comfort
Holding you softly inside that moment,
And as the rays melted
Inside your dreary eyes,
And illuminated the warmth
Of your breath against me,
I thought only of you.

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