shooting star

under starshine you glow

mithril strong

a crescent moon

slices my heart

open

while gentle waves tug

sending aural strokes

slurping

along the dark

wet margin

where we walk

inhaling salt tang

absorbing each moment

with every sense

involved

waiting

behind you a meteor streaks

falling into

the realm of promises and dreams

dusting magic

into my eyes

 

 

David Trudel   ©  2014

 

 

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