Tide And Sun
Midnight Movies
This old secret state
Puzzled by definition
Visits me seldomly
Mostly present in my
Youth
Serenity and Over-
Whelming wonder
I wonder, will it
Visit me again
When I reproduce?
Or if I just wake up
At four a.m.,
Head towards the shore
With my blanket in my
Hand again?
To wake up with the
Tide and sun
As he stimulates my
Skin
As the flowers stretch
To greet the day
The shore a steady
Beat
While every micro-life
Is soloing
It's almost tick-
Ling my stomach
Oh...