rising with the breath to sit in between that one and the next a conversation born in the swell under the wide evening sky nothing to hold wind through my fingers the day rests on the horizon slipping beneath the rolling sea your words land like the crashing waves on jagged rock worn by years between who I was and am morning brings the same as waves touch the shore shaping the sand stone stands in salute to the passing light drawing long shadows to greet the ocean's return ~ la 2020
lei fraser 