My Feet Are Freezing and Time Has Shown Itself
You are ever the tide that
tickles my toes,
leaving sandy sparkles in my
hair ... like mica,
You are the rhythm of days
that steals my tears ...
You are angry waves that wash
the film of sorrow clinging to my soul
far on out to sea
to mingle and rest among the easy
colours of we ...
You are my small box of tomorrows
wrapped in background music
of sea scents
and thoughts incomplete ...
You own my nakedness in dayshine
and moonlight, my soul
silhouetted next to yours,
blanketed in strands
of thinning illusion ...
You are evermore sun stars
in my peripheral,
tiptoeing crystals on breaking crests
that beg your name
‘til time runs out again ...
Copyright © Jill Martin | Year Posted 2007
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