The tide is high,
my toes are burrowed
in sediment,
broken glass
and a new wave
every other moment.
Once the bay settles,
a rod of light
breaks through
the retreating storm clouds.
Shining through
like a beacon of life,
it reflects off
the sea foam
and shell shards.
The shimmer born
is as brilliant as
my thoughts of you.
YOU ARE READING
Evanesce
PoetryA poetry collection by Victoria L. Williams *Trigger Warning* This collection may contain sensitive material.
