Drifts of Sand


Drifts of Sand

Drifts of Sand

I want you to know –
our afternoons
writing poetry
in the park –
is a world I
often visit…

I heard – you,
still, love me?
despite lines on
my face, a permanent
marker of
time – drifts of

If suddenly you
choose to climb
into my world,
for just a moment
we could run
through high grass,
you, chasing me –
touch a cold rock
warmed by our
skin, in the
cavern of our life,

For just one
moment –
you know, your
voice fades in my memory
into the sound
of a normal day.

Those night shadows
once starlight and
a beginning for
tomorrow –
a touch
of your hand, still seeks
my skin.

If you passed me
on the street –
I know you would
stop, sweep me
into your life,
carry me into the cavern
drenched in starlight
for a tomorrow.

I can still taste
your lips…
You, wear black
ties, travel in
limousines, and
my world could
fit into many

  1. Avatar of Craig Murray
    Craig Murray says

    lovely, very enjoyable

  2. Avatar of Nancy Duci Denofio
    Nancy Duci Denofio says

    Thank you Craig – how we can take a moment and let it explode inside of us as if we were there, or perhaps, never were. Sincerely, Nancy

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