moan, oh blue-eyed wonder
scent of salt weaves on naked flesh
spirit waits and the time is right
footprints fade
words echoed in childhood gaze
the sand aches
for hand to touch air
hidden call under a horizon moon
tears escape her winter heart
her hope dissipated on the waves
sailing towards the sea,
her love prisoner of time
Author notes
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A contest entry
- Picture Prompt (20 pictures) by VampyreAnna.
300 points, ended October 21, 15 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest

