Thursday, April 12, 2012

Last July

Watch the ripples glisten
As they dance around your feet,
The little light-reflecting waves
That run along the beach.
Watch the iridescence
Of the shell-carpeted sand,
The coloured stones and bright tributes
To dolmens as they stand.
Watch the shapes and pictures,
Stream-like words declaring love
(the art of teenage hands and hearts)
As eyes look from above.

Now watch the water in
My eyes, stone behind my gaze,
The fallen rock that is me as
We go our sep’rate ways.

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