Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart. ~ William Wordsworth
Wednesday, January 27, 2016
Lonely, the sentinels of eternity
From tame wavelets to wild and potent swells,
Waves, big and small, all die at my feet,
Their last breath etched on my surface forever,
Scarred, I stand tall, proud and lone,
Watching this tidal dance of rising crests and falling troughs.