she roamed the mornings alone
over sand and weed and stone
along the lines of the wandering tides
she spent the nights in this arms
for his warm breath on her hear
to protect her from nightmares
as she journeyed between worlds.
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
she roamed the mornings alone
over sand and weed and stone
along the lines of the wandering tides
she spent the nights in this arms
for his warm breath on her hear
to protect her from nightmares
as she journeyed between worlds.
Both strength and vulnerability are depicted here. Nice work! Keep going!