Lost Child
Giving way to quiet, a rolling wave brushes the broad earth with the breath of stillness, soothing the hurts of thought and worry, the dark
October 30, 2016
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Giving way to quiet, a rolling wave brushes the broad earth with the breath of stillness, soothing the hurts of thought and worry, the dark
Darkness covers the city though street lights push against the unwelcome; soon the turning east will open to the sun. For now the night blanket
The pause between night and day suffers the wind, the rain, the dark uncertainty, to welcome the unfinished with the grace of a bird. Each
I walk beneath the island trees rekindling lost fire, awakening to her presence. Cool air from the north flows across the broad sea lifting white
I may be in a trance; wind cuts down from the north, sea rolls in driven waves, the tide ebbing south. Dark grey sky above,