On the edge

Almost.

I almost took a hiatus

from blogging this weekend,

but I love the freedom of writing that

I find here.

I'm the book of unwritten words.

The sea full of shells

with poetry hidden in between.

What can I give to you?

The words that hide in the tides

and sleep under the foaming stars?

Tonight

I imagined myself on a bus,

travelling to you while you wait by the sea .

Coffee in quaint little shops

that have pretty red gingham tablecloths

on the way.

Meantimes,

my dreams

like ships in a bottle.

I want to sit on a cliff top,

looking out at the horizon,

for you.

With my words

in

my

waiting

hand