Monday, April 09, 2018

April 9th - Apocalyptic Dreams

Three of Clubs - Apocalyptic Dreams*

Waves III

I see it grow on the horizon
Nebulous then unmistakable
A churning rising darkness
The beach is always peaceful
There's always time

Placed on some higher ground by dreamers' logic
Atop a distant sandy hill I think of everyone below
Their bathing suits and bright umbrellas
Sunning and smiling when water
Ripples past my shoes - and then recedes

Still gaping at the rising darkness
I shake you out of sleep
Frenzied, spitting, pleading
"When the great wave finally crashes
Tell me there will still always be time"


*not quite tweet length

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