SAND and SALT
The night speaks to me
In waves of unhappy thoughts
I'd rather not talk about.
Where do we draw the line
Between what is right
And wrong?
A shadow in my head, asks.
It is never easy to gather
An ocean of thoughts
With a string of patience
Thinner than a strand of illusion.
How do we walk away
Without looking back
To where memories
Are worth remembering?
Sometimes I wish
I'm a silent wave
Happily
Rising and falling
In a poem of sand and salt,
Never mind if
I break down
As I reach the empty shore.
©️Amsterdam 05.26.26
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