Writing Hurts In The Sand Poem by Sheldon Moore
Writing Hurts In The Sand
A thousand strands of silk
pull me from the deep
into that place between
light and dark
of asleep and awake
where lucid dreams rule
and reality dies
Her dark, scented hair
of jasmine and spices
float me over endless
ponds, rivers and oceans
to a tear drenched beach
where stolen dreams
came to die
and wash away
When the ebb finished
we wrote our hurts
together in the sand
and waited
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