Another day closer,
another one further away,
adrift upon an unknown tide,
somewhere in-between
here and there.

Compass spins lovingly
with a push towards her isle shore,
and Lesson’s flotsam slide
the other way.

Sails stretch in Spirit’s warmth,
rudder tethers Fate’s course,
the bow hugs the non-circular way,
and the eye glass looks
into the teeth of her storm.

Dancing upon golden sands,
waves break around perfection,
like thunder on Destiny’s horizon,
as time stood silent and still.

Eyes bright as sun kissed glass,
a whiplash smile that points,
like poetry in motion,
the way to her seaside paradise
high above Life’s jagged reef.

One passing of the sun,
one death of the moon,
one rotation of our Mother,
one trip around the bowl,
for her to swoosh away
my past.

and make present together ~ longing

Time cliche overload 2 my brain causing rather weighty expectations!

mary...
s1ow... thank you for the read
wench... cling to nothing and you'll have nothing to defend
flame... thank you
kat... ache