Sister, Seashore
...and Her white, peaked
breath beckons
'til we heed Her call
and She flirts with us,
Her emerald eyes
entrancing us all
and She waves -
the wind whipping wildly
through Her cotton coiffure
and She sings to us
- oh so sweetly -
a lullaby, so pure
and this is how we melt,
Her and I,
into the dream of us,
into the sky...
Copyright © April Dobson | Year Posted 2006
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