dark starless skies loom
weaving a fretful night of shades and shadows
one can sense the fish in their schools
making their ill-fated deep sea run for freedom
while on shore
rocks wait patiently
for the rain above the tide lines
the sea waves a timeless greeting
whispered conversation and deep secrets
an embrace and kiss farewell
melancholic tears stain the rain
the ship in the bottle
and illusions of a dream.
Two years on...greetings from B.C. - I am slow. Very, very slow. It can take me a long time to start to feel settled in a place, so it should be no surprise that two years after moving back to...
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