A tide pool on Myrtle Beach, South Carolina throws off a reflection that’s unsure if it’s day or night.
sun
Old mission bell
The sun glares hot and bright behind a bell in a small Spanish mission in Southern California.
Sailing from time
Over the bow
I stared deep into the blue
A reflection looked back
Dark, it watched me
We fell, we swam, and we drown
We became the sea
We became the sun
We were lost in time
Time forgot to hold us
We forgot to watch the time
To be undone
I am undone
Your words burn the air
Remnants of a time gone by
The full moon enveloped my breath
As I exhaled dreams of tomorrow
A splendorous sun above
A day graced by your benevolent eyes
Eyes of the sun, eyes of the moon
All eyes cried
At the sight of me
Undone
My foolish heart
My heart is made foolish
Feeble and young,
Made to be
Any form you imagine
For like soft red clay
Sticking to my ankles
As I laze on the river bed
You roll me over
Back and forth
Your fingers my judge
My artist and my muse
My savior.
A heart made foolish
Composed of hope
And dreams
Baked sturdy and strong
By days in
Your unrelenting sun
Bay in Grenada
View of a bay in Grenada
A Poetic Voyage 