Musing Through the Edges of Time
i struggle
within
operose breath
winded
as it moans
on distant sands
i feel
the mist
of tears
yet cried
as it caresses
the edges
of my face
i feel the touch
of waves
as they seduce
the sand
erasing
my footsteps
along the span
i am grounded
alone
in this littoral frame
made of time
i stir
within the lash
of memories
in current mind
as i watch
the horizon
flush
its tones
of death
as day fades
through night
Copyright © Sandra Adams | Year Posted 2019
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