When the salty air
and the moist beach breeze
and the moonlight
all dripped through
the cracked window
and the hushing of the fan
whispered to me
that everything really was
just fine...
told me that
there was no other place
I wanted to be.
Dark dreams
still upon me,
I felt a calm
so thorough
and a peace
so profound
Outside the night air
had a chill, but
It's touched
warmed me
I stepped into
The silvery sea
I embraced
Death.
1981
1 comment:
Lovely poem.
Sharon
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