Good Night
Good night to the smiling
moon asia land burnishing the
seascapes of you and me,
strokes of soapy filled waves
washing the shore brandishing
white sand, gleaming.
I was here before, with you and
you and you.
Twisting and scraping our way
like crustaceans lifting ourselves
parts one over the other till we no
longer were the sea but the limbs
on trees dropping seeds back through
the crusts of time.
Copyright © Gisele Vincent-Page | Year Posted 2011
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