Poetry in Motion

The burden of your beauty

On my shoulders

Meek as glass

The sharp shards

And minuscule particles

From when it last broke

Are still somewhere

And somewhere is

Where we are

Between dawn and day

And without the moonlight

Guided by nothing

But wind and tide

The infallible sea

Is a little small

For the continuum

Of what we feel

Between dawn and day

With either way to drift

It is too dark for the night

And too bright for the sun

You are of course,

Poetry, in motion.