The tide rolled in to watch us fight,
applauding over pebbles.
She pushed me into the surf.
I pushed her into the surf.
She knocked my legs from under me,
watched me crash on the shingle edge of the sea.
I stole her beams
and braided them,
weaving her bandwork into the sky.
“What is she?” asked the waves,
rolling the water wheels home.
“She’s moonbeam
and sunset
and depth,”
I replied.
“She’s the churn of your ocean songs,
burrowing shorelines
and leaping at skies
and
planting the fires out of sunset –
painting the darkness for rust-weary eyes.”
So beautiful both the poem and the pictures 🤍
She’s moonbeam
and sunset
and depth” – ❤️
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Incredible in both piece and art along with it
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