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dry land

by Emily G Myers

silvery puddles form from droplets
the sun sinks away
but the night stalls to arrive
a storm is coming to your eyes
as the cloudcover would indicate
and your sighing would prove

I'm not sure I can pull you from the tidal breaking in
the guilt surrounds me as I stand
realizing I'm dry on the land
with only cheerful skies above
and the sun peeking through

I'll hold my hand out in attempt to reach you
but I don't know if it's long enough for your water-wrinkled hands to grasp
and that guilt surrounds me as I stand
dry on the land

02/23/2001

Author's Note: subconsciously written for Jared

Posted on 10/26/2004
Copyright © 2025 Emily G Myers

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