Spirit Rift (Collaboration)
A outstanding poem by talented writers.
Sand grains massage our feet,
Waves hit our ankles, toppling our sandcastles
No, we’re not sad, but we’re definitely a little salty,
Literally — our toes watered, sand-drenched-deep
In the warmth of mother earth’s caress —
Absorbing all that we can sea
Past the sun-kissed vanishing point
To us, the Sun sets how it rises;
We are strangers to the darkness and it’s cherry covered lips
The evening? What’s that?
We are one — an extension — Permutations of the light
We are wherever it is.
Sun rise, sun set, moon rise, sun rise
Blink and the future has become the past
Afternoon? Day break?
We stand still and clouds wax, then…
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