This feels more like a 1960/70 poem. The rhyme/no rhyme thing may be bothersome but it just seems right as fog held sway on Moonstone Beach recently... All comments are appreciated. Dewell
becoming
fog
caresses Moonstone Beach
calms the sculpting sea
dissolves
into the morning-glory sky
and blues the depth of eternity
come
let's walk this beach together
you and me
and see
what we will become
Dewell
becoming
fog
caresses Moonstone Beach
calms the sculpting sea
dissolves
into the morning-glory sky
and blues the depth of eternity
come
let's walk this beach together
you and me
and see
what we will become
Dewell