ghost crab

the ocean is restless tonight and the moonlight breaks apart 
then comes together like the hearts of hopeless lovers
the earth turns just slow enough to see and not see the stars move 
your shadow walks along the waves crest 
passes ever so slowly and is eventually devoured by the night
though I strain to still see
ghost crabs dance silently 
free of their daytime tombs 
indifferent to this pathetic being lost in useless thought
they scatter as the Sun begins to rise
and more of them bring their chairs

Deckard

I began writing poetry when I was a teenager and it truly saved me from a destructive path. 'Time Heals' will be on my grave stone'. I have 3 incredible kids who are the greatest gifts that God has given me. If I have advice to give to aspiring...

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