things I have been thinking about
Blue skies
Standing on a sea shell,
in the marina,
blue skies behind me,
life swirls by,
not like the wishy waves,
nor unlike the sand,
but just nearly enough to what is engraved here.
The slightened wind blows my losing hair.
This is forever looking past that ocean's horizon's salty glare.
in the marina,
blue skies behind me,
life swirls by,
not like the wishy waves,
nor unlike the sand,
but just nearly enough to what is engraved here.
The slightened wind blows my losing hair.
This is forever looking past that ocean's horizon's salty glare.
