Thursday, October 24

The Ocean

Crimson waves
Carmine froth
Pools of tinted color.
Fractured sunlight
shimmering transcendent,
small pockets of ethereal fire.
The forgotten is found
the known is forgotten,
everything is worn down to nothing.
Perpetual rushes of the tide,
abating hush as it reseeds.
Acrid sents of hate and fear
born away into the sea.

Slips of silver,
wriggle in swarms of shattered glass.
Rippling beneath the surface
like dissolving trails of fluttering ribbons.
Caressing waves
bathe the parched sand
of the ocean.

-Lyndsey Evenstar


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