1Walkingblind

Sweetly sifting sand          through fingers each       with lifted eyes, we engage a Romeo star    on Juliet beach. Comet trails of stolen   light plucked and       placed on gentle   tide, until at last our sifted sand lay scattered by the shorely breeze,   on blue-like Monet, sea foam     painted, where waters rose and             flatly washed. The wave, it came, its     breaker tall, like high and skyward spires reach,     and severed from the moonlit sky a Romeo star    on Juliet beach.