I was a sailor,
Skimming across the surface of you.
And you were my compass
Guiding me
Toward the deep, fragile space
Called us.
Poetry. Photography. Thoughts On The Way Of Things.
I was a sailor,
Skimming across the surface of you.
And you were my compass
Guiding me
Toward the deep, fragile space
Called us.
I want the sky
At night
Twinkling pinholes in velvet
To something bright behind
I want to see
Above the curtain.
I want the sea
At night
To wrap myself in icy velvet
And find out what’s below.