On the beach
where i stand
toes buried
deep in the sand
to each
their own
was worried
but no more.
On the beach
where i stand
toes buried
deep in the sand
to each
their own
was worried
but no more.
Just a moment wavering in the air,
holding on before it unfurls.
Gently letting go with care,
as it whirls away in those blue ivory curls.
A hug, a caress, a touch…
of a second which seems so faint.
Yet to not have enough,
to uncouple the real and the feint.
All that is left here is echos,
all that is left here is echos.