Beyond
November 10, 2008
Beyond the sifted ash of your wildest dreams, that’s where these beasts sleep sound. Snarling huffs and tired groans drip from teeth unclenched, as waves keep pace and moons fall in and out of tune. Rolled upon warm swells, steeped in swaying blades, huddled against the cool chill of your breath.
I do enjoy reading your posts; your wordplay keeps me engrossed and impressed. Fluid and cohesive, oh yes. Do write more. Cheers.