She Skips Stones Upon the Sea
Your eye's light shines like our moon, her moon...
she skips stones upon the sea--
...although we're just dancing
between the idea of shadows.
How can I hold the soul of a girl while
she's walking little stars on a string?
The night sea crashes as the moon,
at lightspeed; paints a Picasso upon every wave.
Open your celestial door and help me walk.
Sweeter words have flown,
but these are the only words I've ever known.
I'm so tired of chasing dark shadows
that disappear in the warm morning sun.
Some just wake up and walk out my door--
It makes my face grow longer as
the world turns me to face my
forty seventh winter wind.
Copyright © Red Barchettadrive | Year Posted 2015
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