#WritcoPoemPrompt117
Blue eyed soul,
As brilliant as stars,
Sea tide surges with it's long silvery roll,
Comes with the twilight's roaming air
To calm the pain of old scars,
The beauty within sparkles like diamonds in a glass jar,
It's a new moon so the pain away we plow
Loud goes the crowd,
Their voices so far with passion it bellows the cloud
Let it roll low
On the road we stroll
Starving the thoughts of the old below
Me and myself a new soul.
© Richard Sage Kwawu