Sunday morning

by February 5, 2023 2 comments

When you spoke nothing,
I dreamt of the sea,
Between us,
Calm and silent.
When the tides came,
I waited for the lull,
To forget the storms,
Till the day break,
The oceanic chaos in me,
Waiting for words.
But the radio rumbles on.

editors note:

It’s not just words can calm the sea, but words from close proximity. – mh clay

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