lallison
03-27-2010, 11:17 AM
A candle yawns in a paper globe as it rises and lulls
The waves to the sand. It dips and pulls
As if attached
To the small finger of a child, until
Finally, with a sigh, it curves
Into stillness,
And the sky presses her long black palm against the sea.
The waves to the sand. It dips and pulls
As if attached
To the small finger of a child, until
Finally, with a sigh, it curves
Into stillness,
And the sky presses her long black palm against the sea.