Slow silent moments of longing <br />hang next to where I sit <br />The wind in coconut trees <br />can only blow these thoughts further out to sea <br />all that will be left <br />is the space between you and me <br /> <br />is there anything that I can see <br />with your tired eyes <br />or will your smile be ever correct <br />pushing all challenge away <br />until you sit, dying, alone <br /> <br />let me dive down to explore <br />the beauty that is in so many ways <br />your heart, and as I do <br />I will clear the wreckage and <br />feed the fish that swim there<br /><br />J.L. Nash<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/scrap-merchant/
