Mismatched moment

By Andrew Deakin

A transendental movement of the seas,
Moveing inward like a mellow breeze,
A section of my heart on open sail,
All these things are telling their own tale,
A season of movement swings an open door,
A ripple of movement through the floor,
A taken back end moment flutters in the trees,
A flicker of emotion that only wants to please.

©11/26/2003