Thursday, March 11, 2010

Run Away With Me

I ran away to the sea
No one came with me

The day dawned young,
Fresh. Chilled. Bright.
Across open sweep of sky
Blue stretches out of sight

Breezes breathe, seagulls squall
A red scarf wraps my hair.
The air hangs heavy, full of salt
My feet are brown and bare.

A kite winks colorful above
Stolen by the wind
Cragged rocks tower tall
Waves swill 'round jagged ends

Halfway buried in the sand
With warm rays of champagne sun
Safe from foamy flecks I sit
All alone, no one's come

I watch the waves roll in and out
A pattern endlessly listless.
On the brink,the edge of the world
I am wistful or peaceful or restless

I ran away to the sea
Won't you come and find me

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