A Secret Message
A solemn scent of brioche scrapes along
waking eyes and my freedom comes alive
morning songs of the sandpiper float around
as I revel in secrets that light the glowing sun
Irreplaceable memories dive deep and I struggle
for breath to speak of past promises longing to
forget clouded nights pestered by petrichor pains
letting star-kissed memories disappear in the wind
Stretches and a friendly hello gather me back in
cappuccino fragments filter through the cracks
parchment paper visions elope with wistful daydreams
dancing with feathered friends and tangled sunbeams
Copyright © Tim Smith | Year Posted 2017
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