hummingbirds and cinammon

[heliosphile]

So it happened when pirate ships kept sailing past that an anchor instead was painted in the rogue waters, bringing stillness through a silver desert in the sea. Strangely it was the salt that slaked with silence the thirst. Absence sated, longing follows new lines over crisscrossed crimson paths in vermillion powdered trails past slapped

Comments

[anonymous]

This was to be expected, an eventuality forseen but not welcome. But if you are happy, who am I to question your motives?

[heliosphile]

Expected but not hoped and longing never outlines content. If words gave hope then such eventualities would not arise being prevented by patience immeasurable ready to be drawn if only asked.

[anonymous]

I can't ask for such a thing. Thus must I suffer.