The sight of that immortal sea,No matter how far it is. Shadowy recollections upon the shore, making feeble waves mighty, every time they wet my feet. I’m overtaken by a sudden surge of grief; your presence, my relief. Now I venture into the realm of sleep, riding these gusts of whispering winds.
Memories. I try and revive a few. My recognition and remembrance are faint. A dark sycamore of disconnected consciousness lays in repose.Waves of reason soak into the rootsAnd I wonder, “why does it stand ashore?”Green to the very door in wreaths of smoke like a hermit it stands alone. It’s presence disturbs me with the joyContinue reading “Memories.”
When you’re trapped in a terrain so turbulent, a sky so fraudulent;where you’ve to cage the raging emotions and bottle up an ocean.When you run out of tricks and stand there, confused! Hoping someone to come and fix, when it’s just you!