THE TIDE.
2/28/10
Eyes like sunrise
Bloody and calm, peaceless,
Tranquil, holding stolen vigil;
The sky dreams pink,
Yellow, and dawn,
While the earth still slumbers
Beneath frozen toes and numbing limbs,
Heavy with the hunger of a storm
Brewing, steeping
The amber seas
Wash ashore familiar memories
Of sleepless nights
And dark daydreams.
© BLAYKE MORROW, 2010
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