Chasm

stargirl69stargirl69 Posts: 6,387
edited December 2011 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
Iona
The only sound,soft bristles brush the side of the boat
Sea clear as babies eyes before life darkens them
Hand slipped in hand swells the heart in flight
Georgia Strait
Silence so deafening it frightens
Eagles fly above
Bird formation wonder,is this all we have in bond?
Hand refused in hand
Hearts die dropping through the chasm
“There should be a place where only the things you want to happen, happen”
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