Saturday, April 26, 2003

Falling, Falling,
Dying inside.

Does anyone see the blue?
Wave shimmer and turn,
cresting,
white, blue green
The black waits underneath,
the rock.

Crashing down,
Darker, darker, darker,
Black.

Silver globes rise above all,
Rising, Rising.
Falling with a crash,
Black.

Washes out on the golden sand
and falls to the ground,
rises again, daring any to dare.