Salty Lips

There's a chill in this late July evening. In my mind , I hear the waves from the ocean shore. That slight roar and then sand whispering. Perhaps I was there in my dream. I awaken joyous, refreshed with a bit of a salty on my lips. Maybe I kissed you in my dream, and you ran away and now I will always wonder..

Dark shadows will follow you where ever you end, the wind blowing. You will wonder about your sleep tonight and how restful it might feel given the circumstances. What you did will come back and haunt you later. Pain will come and things beyond your control will happen. You will raise you head and glance both left and right. You will know karma is real. The wind blows again, it sounds like a howl, you can't drown out the sound of what you have done. People howl at night and you will always hear them and you sleep is a once forgotten time. Integrity-- where is it --you lie. The curtains blow and the street light shines. A young girl screams, but we couldn't save her from the pain.