Moonglo,
night shimmers,
longing
of a heart that glimmers
waiting for
the foamy crests
that crash upon the shore.
The heart
is not meant to be locked,
for it is an open door,
a sponge
to soak up everything,
then squeezed to release
all of the pain.
In time it lies in wait for more
as it glimmers alone
on the sandy shore.


Comments: 27
well done