eXTReMe Tracker

Breakwall

Rocks rough on fleshy feet
I jump stone to stone
closer to the edge following
the full moon that spills light
on cresting waves. Finally
they returned. The muses frolic--
laughing and singing a tune
that only we knew

Sharon Palmeri
©1997

Midi: Orinoco Flow, Enya

This page hosted by
Get your own Free Home Page