September 5, 2019
My beautiful beautiful friend,
Particles of dust suspend before me;
Twinkling in the evening light
And as I blink I watched them quietly dance
In an orbit,
Like far far away celestial bodies.
But they are right here, between thumb and finger.
They whisk my thoughts away towards
All that I dream of.
Vines, white flowers and all that evaporates before fruition.
The Sea. -S.S.