ForecastA Poem by Little BirdieI half expect you to come back.You can always find me standing on the shore, looking around with wild eyes because I'll never be completely used to being far away from the sea.
I half expect to you to come back, in the form of a tsunami. But this time I don't know which town or city will the tempest of your mind strike down to the bits.
So I stand. Quietly, listening because each incoming wave may forecast you before you're spotted by anyone else so digging my toes into the sand I look ahead, ignited by the possibility of your arrival.
You can always find me standing on the shore, looking to the sea where I came to be. And if your wrath tidally destroys to find me, having you here again will only be sweeter. © 2012 Little BirdieFeatured Review
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Added on May 26, 2012Last Updated on May 26, 2012 Tags: destruction, sea, rendezvous Author
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