When The Sun Settles

March 18, 2016 — 1 Comment

921066_928524077216657_6829829807981814422_o.jpg

I know what the sand on a French beach feels like

Underneath my feet and startled by the friction feelings

Heightened by the foam lining the rocks

Much harder under

My body pressing down

to push me through the cracks

Silver lined with water

Swirling the rocks

Slowly

Teasing my vision to keep moving

Through the orange hue

Sunshine

Sitting on the horizon

Her heat going to sleep

I am her dreams.

One response to When The Sun Settles

  1. 

    Lovely poem! I’ve never been on a French beach, but now can imagine!

    Like

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s