See the gloss of daybreak
how light curves from oblivion
cuts a path over water –
you rise from bed, leave
your lover dreaming of a silken shore
and you, distant, a smooth pebble
skimming the mirrored sky
as the horizon burns –
Your eyes, deeper than estuaries –
your familiar hands, unravelling
songs written by the blue
For Karin Gustafson's Going, Going, Gone challenge, a poem in 55 words.
This is an open invitation to share your Flash 55 in the comment section below.
Here's to a Kick-Ass Weekend, for Galen and Hedgewitch, in her leave of absence.