Sometimes I despair 




Sometimes I despair,

When the stones are sharp

And the water out of reach -

A memory of smoothness

Cradling me gently

And lulling me to sleep.

I awaken frightened to be left

Alone in a desert of sand and rocks

I tug at my moorings

Trying to get free.

The wind tells me to be patient

To learn the lesson of the tides;

To remember how the waves

Bring appeasement back each time.

But my fear is fierce, my memory short.

What if the water won't find me this time?

What if this is the end of my line?


09:11 Gepost door Paule in Algemeen | Permalink | Commentaren (1) | Tags: photo stories |  Facebook |


A beautiful poem for romantic souls.

Gepost door: wim | 08-10-08

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