Fragments Of RealitybyLauren Hynde©
Sun shone on the beach of old,
on a sea as young as us...
Under an awning of gulls
Desires were stripped and dressed up...
On your body and on my own,
glittering without sin,
the salt of our kisses...
A boat, glimpsed in the distance
sailing the fate of finding its berth.
Soft breeze returned from the pinewood
smelling of resin.
And the music of the waves,
resonated in the dog-whelk,
in the beach.
At dusk, on the edge of the cliffs,
temples of immolation,
we burned the remains of the fire...
And smoke, as it rose from the embers
made more ethereal the light
that burdened with mythical sense
every fragment of reality.