Winnie johnson
You came walking barefoot along the shore of
You stopped and
built a beautiful
sand castle But
my mind
for a time
.
.
.
then— you
left
it
standing
alone
Only to be destroyed slowly by the Jealous sea
.
.
.
Sylvia rusche
Tried and true circles,
Moonbeams and You and
I
games
of love held on sand.
strange scenes are the dreams
reason
in
our hands.
why on the mystery of man
while true circles of love softly
slip into sand.
michael couillard
