Words of love now swallowed
to the bowels of my soul
words eaten or words
forgotten at the end of a page
But every word, like all other things that exist on this or any
other planes must resurface to be felt again. Showing that no
matter what changes. It all remains the same.
Words felt, for better or for worse again either in heart or in
memory
for richer or for poorer
8-20-90
Krystal
Sand
I’m sitting on the beach now. Lying prone, face down on a plush oversized beach towel at the Palm Beach Hilton. I am studying the sand.
I know sand is nothing more than broken up quartz minerals with bits of weathered wood and seashells but to study it shows something very different indeed.
Bits of clear quartz minerals so tiny and fine. Glimmer mother-of pearl and clamshell. So many particles. So intricate. So hard to hold in your hand. It filters away like a liquid. It sticks to your body like a magnet chains lead.
It is so soft and smooth and sharp and hot. It is always shifting with the tides and the winds and it is always there. It is easy to take advantage of but when you study it is quite beautiful.
From the beauty of the sea
to the lightness of the moon
The lies a warmth
from beneath the dune
The midnight of the sea
the liquid of the nite
it’s tranquility radiates
under the moon so bright
The enchantment of the mysteries
that lie below the sight
the silence of the deafened words
swallowed by the nite
Krystal
8-20-90
Words of love now swallowed
to the bowels of my soul
words eaten or words
forgotten at the end of a page
But every word, like all other things that exist on this or any
other planes must resurface to be felt again. Showing that no
matter what changes. It all remains the same.
Words felt, for better or for worse again either in heart or in
memory
for richer or for poorer
8-20-90
Krystal
Sand
I’m sitting on the beach now. Lying prone, face down on a plush oversized beach towel at the Palm Beach Hilton. I am studying the sand.
I know sand is nothing more than broken up quartz minerals with bits of weathered wood and seashells but to study it shows something very different indeed.
Bits of clear quartz minerals so tiny and fine. Glimmer mother-of pearl and clamshell. So many particles. So intricate. So hard to hold in your hand. It filters away like a liquid. It sticks to your body like a magnet chains lead.
It is so soft and smooth and sharp and hot. It is always shifting with the tides and the winds and it is always there. It is easy to take advantage of but when you study it is quite beautiful.
From the beauty of the sea
to the lightness of the moon
The lies a warmth
from beneath the dune
The midnight of the sea
the liquid of the nite
it’s tranquility radiates
under the moon so bright
The enchantment of the mysteries
that lie below the sight
the silence of the deafened words
swallowed by the nite
Krystal
8-20-90
