SUCCOR
08/04
I feel sad at the beach this morning
Sad for the person I once was
Mist filled
Pre-sunrise grows
Mysterious
I don't like thinking about myself
Slow moving barge
Silhouette on the horizon
Surfer drags a board
Over the wall to the waves
Pain steals my energy
Keeps me up at night
Diverts my thoughts
Clouds release rain
Rays pave a path
From below the horizon
Into a gray-blue sky
Gold burns a border
Over the clouds
The surfer stops
Observes the rise
Turning to leave
A full setting moon
Greets me
Hovering
Above red tile roof tops
Sated
I know why I will return
