the genesis flask

you slip through my fingers into the sand
and make a trail in speckle and spick
the prints of your limbs a lost dna strand

sprigs pop in your wake, magic and mayhem
ocean waves give your feet a slavish lick
comets swirl to give form your diadem

in this moment i am the creator
sower of dreams, bringer of time’s tick
standing at the edge of heaven’s crater

by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2019

31 thoughts on “the genesis flask

  1. nature has a way of allowing our dreams to trickle into being, don’t they. I am happy that you find birth of ideas on your walks…on the beach, seems like. 🙂

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