Monday, 6 April 2015


I heard the salty breeze.
I heard the befalling darkness.
The words at my fingertips formed a nocturne 
They flowed above us and danced a quiet waltz.
We watched.
I had no wings
But would you believe me if I told you I could fly.
Because of you,
I was the ocean 
And my heart was dyed a cerulean blue.