A platter completes with desires,
or atleast that's what i bestow.
Every ounce of that tastes different, the wantings are spectacular.
And between them you see me spaced,
connecting my dailies to life.
And between them you find me gazed,
appealing my existence.

Standing still amongst the beach, i picture the longness of the seas.
At nights i turn out to be silenced,
as it's giantness could harm me.
leading again life with a starving soul trying to get quenshed by the sea,
what i can bestow at my best is only my desires.

Life when detailed was hectic, but then you find colors in your cravings trying to define you,
trying to fulfill you.
And they are among your permanent dwellers, never leaving to stone you.

© thepoetharri