she stands with her toes
in the sand,
staring at the waves,
crashing rhythmically
against the shore,
and at the seemingly
never-ending horizon.
the salty mist sprays her face,
and she places her sunglasses,
over her eyes.
he may be past that vast horizon,
thousands of miles away,
away from her.
and as her eyes follow the ships,
treading on the formidable waters,
lowering the anchor,
as they reach the stately harbor,
she can't help but hope,
that he'll be on one of
these ships.
[to whoever is reading this: I'm not sure what to say, but I hope you enjoyed?]
YOU ARE READING
cloud nine
Poetry❝you are my cloud nine.❞ [a collection of poetry and prose in verse- its sole purpose to make that wonderful smile of yours appear.]
