grayton beach 7/ 31 2010

from deep under
happiness
 is climbing
like a fragrance..
the heart
is flying
whiffs of hope..
in the sunset
of my eyes,
in the memories
of us
together..

then

the world of anger
the storm of demands
to be
to do
or not to be
who i am:
your heart,your half,

and
all is gone,
.
a chance of blue
in the gray sea of fear
of what is it to come:
alone,
with only memories
of you.