Inspiration comes in strange bursts. I had no intentions of writing today, but a text message took me to a site of young artists eager to leave an impression on the world.

Passion Filleted

Waves meet the shore,
Like a distant relative,
Uncertain to the touch,
And ambivalent in its embrace.

Oh cruel joke,
Parted by tide.
Driven further away,
On a moonlit night.

Don’t forget me,
Carried away,
Slave to memory,
Passion filleted.