honey dew dripped from your fingertips
I'm a small lake slowly drying
you came in a red dawn
with the sun so close to the sky
touching the red tips of your hair
a goddess in my demise
you drew closer with a flung of an arm
a cello of time whispered for a better night .
and with every stroke you gave to the sun .
I turned anew into a sea
just for you to explore
and just for me to relish .
Take care Julia .
YOU ARE READING
Particles Of Youth
Short Story"that day I stayed out looking at the shop with instruments of all kinds but most importantly it had a piano that looked incredibly sad and lonely , I wanted to play it , I needed to play it my finger twitched in participation and so I took a step f...
