Sawyer

I miss the touch
That cold glance off my skin
The look
Like liquid gold
Like gentle tide pools
Teaming with life
Life
It was hers once
In her hands
For the taking
For the molding
For the destruction
Hers
But, now..
I can't go on
Only do I hope
That she may find
The ocean once again
And gentle tide pools
Once more brighten
That tumultuous beast