If sleep came knocking
I would still sit by the sea
Lost in coral dreams

Poetry | Stories | Photography
If sleep came knocking
I would still sit by the sea
Lost in coral dreams

Clear cool winter sky
revealing hidden colours
only for my eyes
the clouds burst petals
floating and falling on us
soft raining roses
uninhabited
city without a purpose
sitting sadly still
Duckies congregate
there’s comfort in their quacking
Waddling and talking

Monday morning whirl
sky meets the train station lights
Autumn calms our hearts

in the autumn wind
fluffy pink flowers blossom
from hidden places


In the aftermath
we sit wondering how it
came to be this way

a confused sky sits
looking down at our folly
contemplating why

complex blues moving
as we contemplate beauty
under the blue sky