Monday, July 26, 2010

Misses and Kisses :)

It rained.
We took a boat to Half-moon beach.
There were honey lemon pancakes.
And strong black rocks that made silent places for leaning.
It rained.
We swam.
And dreamed in the sand.
Pineapple juice ran down to our elbows.
We crossed fields.
It rained (through the roof even).
There were friends new and again.
We sang.
And climbed red red hills.
Two were lost.
Then found.
It rained.
All was love.

Monday, July 19, 2010

Tuesday, July 13, 2010

Children of the sand

Their eyes outlined in Kohl, are like sharp magnets.
They pull you in and cut you down to size.
Till you're small enough to be their playthings.

Thursday, July 1, 2010

The Story of the Sandstorm

Stroking the horizon, a Cloud was seduced by the Earth and it fell to the ground.
The lovers united and strode across the desert.
Born of this love was the Wind.
But after years of wandering over the surface of her beloved, the Cloud grew tired and missed the Sky.

The Earth protested and tried to hold her back.
The Wind grew frantic and pleaded and cried.
But out of this chaos she ascended to where she belonged.
Leaving behind only dust and silence.
From this torrid romance no lessons were learned.
Because since, other hearts have fallen and have been swept away by the wind.