Beautiful Love

Holding Hands Sea Relationship People Happiness
Holding Hands

The madness, the folly,
Wind, storm and hurricane
First moisture and last drop
The epiphany and the holy truth
Converse shoes and space suit
In a being, whitewashed by the tide
Of that torment called yearning,
Creeping like a gangling vine
Searching for the glimpse of the sun
To climb to where it all blooms
And then falls like a drooping grape
To humility’s tongue

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.