Unease – Melinda Emigh

Tides tickle the shore
And tease the wind.
Dainty and secretive,
The ocean’s paws
Leave refrains upon the beach.

Dashes of gold.
Blonde of beau.
A cerulean sea
Slips instantly
Behind eyes a capella.
Lids murmur reminiscence
Stammering the shells of letters.

Deep in the shores’ treasures,
Lying and waiting,
Are ballads felt,
But unspoken.
Somniloquence of distance-
Of futures hoped for
But only tranquil
With uncertainty.

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