Headspace in Widescreen: Rock Beats Paper

umustcreate:

I.

Song of the trees -
I hear their devotion
to the ocean and breeze.
Taste salt on white-encrusted lips.
I wish you were here with me.

II.

At the cliff’s edge
I mourn with the gulls,
bright coloured boats, their hulls
With names of lovers emblazoned,
I wish you weren’t there with he.

III.