look at me
what remains of love’s design….
morning splashed
mascara bleeds
in passions left behind
look at me
dressed
in winter socks and lace
silver strands
a locket wove —
from souvenirs displaced
look at me
do these eyes a future tell
was yesterday
a price too much —
this looking back —
our hell
look at me
for a while —
let sorrows come
between the past
was yours — now mine —
were days denied
by none
look at me
when ivy steals your kiss
when lilac scents
a purple sky
will we find time
for this
look at me —
destiny — we proved again
mornings passed
into the sun
shall light my nights
’til then…
tornadoday 
Beautiful!
Thank you, Melissa. You are too kind. ❤
Winter walks on the beach–such I have experienced and celebrated! They are so great for dreaming with eyes open!
Yes! I love the beach and that sound of waves meeting the shore. Although I don’t live near the beach, there are times when I can sit on my back porch swing and close my eyes – and there – the sound of the breeze through the trees – it’s the same – the voice that is the sea. I love the wonder that is given us in living! *sigh* Beautiful. Thank you so much for your kind words.