July 16, 2020
It is very,
very, very,
very difficult
to feel the truths
this heart contains…
I’m standing in a clear glass pool
off the island’s slender finger,
gazing through strange glass walls
preventing bay’s exit.
And I am left here,
on the beaches of Calypso,
longing for your deep dark waters.
Copyright © 2020 by Charles B. Young. All rights reserved.
