Walking Mental Shores

Subtle, shifting, the slight rustling of wings in the darkness,

What? Who?

Chances, choices, pathways and currents, a voice on the wind,


The lure of a Siren’s song, from the ether of an ancient space,


Constellations haunted by prowling memories, like tigers,

Waiting for a moment to pounce…

The scratching of a pen, in dry empty space,

Words baring light…Truth…

Reflections in the eye of distant shores, moonlit tides,


Here on the sand, taking a walk in my head, getting my toes wet,

Collecting shells….

Smelling the salt of life, with the winds of change in my hair,



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