|pkp - st thomas , usvi|
Under the cover of moon the child crept
in clandestine hope - to snatch lost love from those
waves seen crashing over her pair of petulant parents
To lift the buried box of lies from sticky clay
To rend apart sealed serious lips
To seek and find the Angel Hope tossing
sparkling moon-lit smiles
To catch an armful and run on soft silent soft bare soles
back home under the cover of moon - soft- night
To find, to return and to fix in forever-place her parents’
drifting, floating, fragmented all but filamented love ….
and bask blissful in the dawn, soaked in the
the rising pure peals of her parents’ joined joyous laughter.
|The Sunday Whirl|