Tim's Poetic Liscense

Poem that Liz and I wrote

spiral swirls twisting little blonde curls
cresting an unending crescendo, blue and fresh hay blond,
A riptide tearing nothing from out of an open hulled dingy
he’s gone away, futures past, present gone
smashed glass, broken turnstiles
A crowd once awed sits still, a single sonnet, signed sweetly sways with the waves,
salt mixing with salt, water red with sun
Kiss me softly in the moonlight, dance with me in a warm sea breeze,
take me away to the place in your eyes
As oceans tumble, crash on to shore I hope you know,
it was never me.