Joined 13 years ago from Washington State
I Wish For Mountains
Wish for moonlight, the sea is all there is.
All waves go somewhere, yet break on the past
A wash of strawberry roan sunrises
Over tides of wet, waist-high winter grass.
Between depths and shore, the fisherman stands
Blithely flinging about his net of night
While children chasing fireflies on strands
Of sand and dust ignore the lack of light.
Mundane mess of books, pots, an old wool coat,
Water-splotched leaves of African Violets,
A place where someone (somewhere) just awoke
To the scent of coffee. Not many get
How close we skirt the edge of the knife.
Oh bliss, bliss missed, my one regret in life.
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