STRANGERS ON THE SHORE

Walking, evening fall.
Waves softly licking the sand,
retreating only to return for another
taste. A lake, tranquil; serene
reflecting in glints of moonlight
right in the view of Venus.
The gentle lady reaches,
distance not a concern.
He yearns for the connection,
and intersection of souls.
Sniffing the lake into his lungs
allowing every breath to mimic
its aroma. Faceless, but never
heart less, two unknown
to each other, cling
to each other. On the shore
to remain strangers no more!

(C) Copyright Walter J Wojtanik – 2014

POETIC ASIDES APRIL P.A.D. – DAY 26: “WATER”

 

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