Thursday, June 11, 2009

Beach House

I want to sleep
to the wild whispers
of the waves,
my summer sisters
peeling linens down
from quilt to felt to silk
as the night's sun turns on.
If ghosts of sea
walk this desert beach
they may breathe
words like no and please,
and gather round
the open splintered window
gaping as these lovelies dream.

5 comments:

onesilentwinter said...

thsi is lovely, heartbreakingly so.

cindy : quaint said...

your writing is lovely and we're going to the beach today. it's raining. i'm glad you liked the package and really hope you enjoy the music. my email is sckrik{at}verizon{dot}net, but i think you should be able to just reply to this comment. have a nice weekend, sheila!

kendalee said...

This transports me. And it sounds like the sea when I read it aloud. Beautiful!

Claire said...

the flow in this is perfect!

Beverly Ash Gilbert said...

I can hear the wild whispers of the waves and yes, to sleep to them - divine.