Today they fight
to fly
Wind blows wild
(a bit like my mood)
white horses gather a pace
as I too race against
the tide
and last night raged
against the moon
under a starless sky.
Sometimes I wonder
but,
the story remains
the same.
My soul sifts through
superficial anger
knowing you bought out
the best in me
there is no blame
and I resolve to always
remember
Nothing is ever lost
to passion.
~*~
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Different day. Different moods. Watching the waves whipped up into white foam from high winds. It all seemed angry, just moods….
