*
now I know
it is worries
that separate
me from you
dark lines
in-creasing
may dissipate
as smoke at dusk
.
.
*
now I know
it is worries
that separate
me from you
dark lines
in-creasing
may dissipate
as smoke at dusk
.
.
*
some times I miss
being the shore
constantly smoothed
by the froth caressed
by the whispering
waves to find myself
in the soft morning light
cleaned up reordered
from all the creases
of worrisome days
.
.
.
.