Darkness ebbs and flows,
like the ocean on the sands
of time, unchanging and open,
flowing out and in with the sun.
She waits like the shell on the beach,
silent and hard to distinquish in the shadows.
Moments slip by and she remains immobile
then the time is right she flows.
Out into the traffic of humankind,
she quickly chooses not too late.
The blood is pumping and smells,
a sweetness overwhelming like the night
She strikes and all is calm and still once more.
Like the shell on the beach in the ebb and flow,
once more quietly choosing to move on in the dark.
Waiting to pickup the new.....as it rolls in the sands of time.
 sutoyou · Fri Dec 15, 2006 @ 01:14am · 0 Comments |
