I went down to the bay alone
and watched the creek flowing over
under moonlit skies comes a whisper from the creeks current
faithful beauty eternally breaks beneath my allure
images turning blue slipping wholly into the depths
dreamed and acted upon the basin’s filling
the brine sunk and implies to have saturated my essence
this is real pretty. Made me
this is real pretty. Made me think of my writing spot I had back home. Good memories.
:)
it's filled with quiet intensity. i read it several times, and each time was better than the last.
I Love A Scene/Experience
or place that seeps into your pores. Enjoyment happened reading this write - :S