The wind is blowing,
can hardly hold my position,
the ice is breaking,
can hardly feel the warmth.
the waves are coming,
so I stand still..
watching it brush up to my toes..
ankles,
knees,
as I sink into the sand..
I'll stand steady...
and I'll wait quietly..
for a bird to come and sweep me off my feet..
carry me to a far land..
where it's just me..
Peace and quiet, just right now.. is all I need.
Dislocated Heart
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/calm-2013/
