The sea rushes, retreats
Crabshells bright, starfish exposed
In the distance a line, sharp
Drawing close
And you’re still on the beach asking, “Where’d the water go?”
#paradigmshift
sight to site
twine of the velvet
fixed in virtual light
sup from the nectar given
flutter from sight to site
two of the four given
stone of a legend, living
in hope of ancient
times yet to come
twice in a morn
the sun, risen
high beyond the cusp
of a world unwitnessed
unbroken: written.
© 2015 threegoodwords
three
flicker
fire
flame
sky
swoon
sea
ice
cold
snow
wine
warm
we
hot
here
heaven
you
yes
yea
no
less
us
two
one
three.
© 2015 threegoodwords