W ~ Walk With Time

Walk With Time~

Here we mark the soft sand with our steps
White sand like heated cornstarch beneath us
welcomes our skin like an old friend,
until the breeze sweeps away any sign
of the footprints left behind.

Your eyes, blue as the sky behind you
gold-light shimmers over your hair
an awkward halo protects your features
like a living porcelain doll,
too fragile to be touched
with heavy hands.

Tonight I would stall times passing
to enjoy an unapproachable memory
with eyes wide open.

(c) k~



This post is part of the
A-Z Challenge 2012.