The Melody
The sound of the ocean calmly hitting the rocky cliff Looking below at the swirling blues
Holding the broken pieces of a seashell Close to my heart Sitting on the cliff As small rocks fell below
Closing my eyes Sitting still, as careful not to fall Letting the waves, call out to me
Looking down at the sea, once again standing, looking below Scattering the broken fragments into the swriling blues below Watching them, as they fell Smiling to myself, watching as the foam came to shore, and silently sat
If the melody can not be heard, from a seashell, I thought to myself, then why not take it back to its home? Where its song was born...
mephitical_kitty · Sat Mar 24, 2007 @ 07:07pm · 0 Comments |