Sugar Bay

December 21, 2008 § Leave a comment

 

Hands across the bay,
nobody’s beside me today.
The sun melts in my hands
and flies into the sands.
Hunger, buried below-
the shores of letting go.
Thoughts blowing, sailing-
a hurricane is trailing
over a dune, beyond the towers.
A cross, the feeding of hours,
stands on a red hill.
I’ve come to see my will.
Looking into my eyes,
Heaven knows no goodbyes.
Let my writing blow away…
when you come to Sugar Bay.

 

© Sonya Rose

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