Monthly Archives: September 2018

She stands at the water’s edge.
Close by,
Yet far away,….

Overgrown.
Broken.
Empty….

Lead me there,
To the other side.
Lend me a hand….

It’s late.
The city sleeps.
She lives her passion….

Don’t look too far.
Clouds cover the horizon,
But mislead.

How did you climb on me?
I didn’t.
Then how did you get here?…

Peaceful.
Stretching for miles.
Unchanging….

What are you guarding,
Like a treasure?
Why are you locked,…

You’re running away.
I recognize the little toe.
I know her well….

Some of everything…
Green,
Brown,…

Walk to the end.
Dive in.
Feel the cold….

Sand-like.
Waiting,
For life’s imprints….

Do not go where the path may lead. Go instead where there is no path and leave a trail.
“Ralph Waldo Emerson” …

Even chaotically dispersed,
Harmonious clouds,
In waning moments,…

Wooden planks,
Leading to the water’s edge.
I’ve walked them many times….