Liquid Skies

July 7, 2016

Liquid skies

Falling on metallic sea

Horizon melting into union and uniformity

As the light fades


In the distance

Crows call

Faint sounds of merriment

Drift with smoke from damp beach fires


But here the world is crying

Bursts of tears drop softly

Quieting the waves


They slip into the wetness

Salt merges with salt

Abandoning their bodies to the water

No sound save the lap of waves

Over skin

Caressing the shore


Till they are cleansed

Cast upon the darkening beach

As driftwood


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