Alone through the empty shores, I tread.

The water rushes to my feet, sighing.

Above the skies, the fat moon winks at me.

And in the darkness, I hear the whispers of my mind.

They tell me secrets.

Lovely little secrets.

I catch them but they fall through my grasp.

Like water or tiny grains of sand.

In the end, I forget the little secrets.

And continue to walk on the lonely shore.


© MaryJ0jo