The lone fisherman stood on the rocks.
The lone woman sat on the rocks watching,
She was taught that was the best place to be.
Safe and comfortable, Bored and stagnant
Her soul ached because she always felt both
The innner rumblings were always louder the closer she was to the ocean
Always stronger the closer she was to the earth.
The moon peered through the clouds, glistening secrets the woman wanted to know.
The desire to be closer to her, the her she dreamed to know.
The lone fisherman left the rocks.
The lone woman sat on the rocks watching.
May 2012Share on Facebook