11 August 2012
Calming air
Looking through a white laced curtained window
Street lights making my map home
A golden path in the dark I'd love to follow
Maybe this shimmering guide is misleading
Waves crashing
The soundtrack to my thoughts in a lonely night
A noise missed but over played in time
Walking steadily
The grace of each foot shadowed by the other
Concrete to pavement to wood to sand to sea
Eyes closed
Standing in liquid crystals slowly sinking
A sky not day over head
A glistening light over the moving sheets of water
So serene you could get lost
Soar in the freedom of feeling alone and safe
Eyes opened
Twenty eight reflections casted by the round cratered perfection in the sky
You are free
You are safe
Walk the metallic path home
Where white laced curtains blow in the salty breeze
West Wildwood • Opuss № I