April 6, 2014

Found Beauty


Someday, the wind 
will shape us,
sculpt our skin
and bone,
make us smooth
to the touch,
whispering 
you've come home,
landed in each other's dreams, 
all our rough edges gone, 
until we're finally uncovered
in the drifting sand,
picked up  
as found beauty,
by an innocent hand.

4/1/2014