No. 7 TAUNTING TIME

Writing poetry to the sky

Constellations far and wide

Looking at you is seeing with new eyes.

Moonlight bringing in the tide

Rain soaked naked in starlight.

I sing to you in tongues, notes sublime

Heart and mind fight

Painting earth taunting time.

I no longer hold myself in my arms, I surrender.

And its like I am one with the tide.

Storm and sea turn red by blood bender

Rain droplets taunting time taught to hide

Tested bit by bit, I rise, I rise,

Time takes the hit, surprise, surprise.

• sonnet

Love,

Liv