Counting Footsteps

[rk_sawyer]

Today I want to take a walk,
Out past the shallow ponds-
Wading among the pale body of the moonlit bay-
Walking on rich dry sand.
Until the sun, rising,
Interrupts me-
Breaks the charm.

I want to capture in my open palm
The shooting stars
I’ve never seen at night
(You cannot count what you cannot hold)

The tart salt spray
Has some echo with my bones-
I think

Comments

[hodieislatin]

I feel as though I've read this before...

Is this one of your year twelve works? It's pretty.

[rk_sawyer]

No not one of my year 12 works, but it is similar in theme to another poem, Borderless, which I have posted on here in the past. LR

[kyxie]

Well, that's the last time I openly write/vent anything about anyone you and I both know, hahahaha.

By the way do you have facebook?