Mackerel sky stretches it’s skeletal fingers across the void

Eyes , introspect , thinking , looking , questioning 

Sun breaking through thin cloud bringing hope to all

You sit, calculating, on bended knee I cup my hands

Tide washing , waves, raging on the rocks

Your offer is all I need

Rock pools left , trapping their catch 

Your lips part as if to speak.

Cool winds blow the sand.

No expression no clue.

Sky meets sand

Your voice now low ,whispers to me

Mackerel ridges in the sand stretch into the void

I can’t hear you 

The sea returns releasing the pool

We swim free to infinite unknown oceans 

 

07/02/2023 22:15- 23:00