She stands on the beach at the foot of a cliff,
Lost in thought as the tide turns,
Grains of sand cover her toes; she's a question for each one.
The rampant curiosity of youth.
They stand on a hill in the glowing sunset,
She watches as the orange turns red then fades,
His words fill her head as she rewinds them again
Searching for an element of truth.
She stands with another, as time drips away,
one part of her beating as always
in time with his lyrical voice.
Constant undeniable proof.
She sits on the cliff-top, eyes closed in a dream,
A memory of sand and a sunset, a scent of citrus.
Or was it jasmine? Her whisper carried on the wind
A wise inexplicable truth.
Dear #fridayflash folk,
I know I have slightly cheated with this flash-poem hybrid but it's all I've got this week.
Please forgive me.
The plan is to take part more often from now on.
Thanks for reading