Jonathan Caswell
May 29
Reblogged from House of Heart:
In Memoriam …
I step back from the lightinto the dark.
On the beach
I want to fly but fall like
a silent prayer.
My limbs are an anchor
as I slip beneath the surface.
Once grasping palms lie flat
as gentle waves rock me.
Seaweed strands of hair mingle
with the sigh of my breath.
I grasp the hands of my…
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