AnOceanNotion
Aug 2, 2005
Sometimes you wake up to a dark worldcurledup and still sleeping
like a baby.
You lean over it fillingspilling
with unaccountable-
tenderness.
Star faded shores of night's yawningdawning
strewn with pretty brown shells.
Picking one up to hold close to your earhear
the ocean's roarpouring-
(and how)
Now!