A Gray Horizon

Seaweed strands woven prettily, unwind spread tendrils of green sublime the grace of a fluid dancer dressed up to perform while the seagull cries the afternoon curtain call Incoming or out going, the waves turn against the tide to ride for free Recurring rhythms pulse, comfortably Recline upon their earthly saline chariot Lost horizon forgives the grey mist Shrouds worn abandoned over treetops melts the lines and blurs reality inside lives the heartbeat, found again while Autumn begins it's dance awakens the maiden of trees reflection Shimmer across time's unseen dimension carry the colors of a new born moment disappear into the unknown the secrets kept are safe in her bosom of ample forgiveness found in a new season Dark clouds rise to curl around the sun's tongue turn to candy colored rocks, strewn about slippery against the souls of forgotten men yet found in their beauty of differences you take one home to light the way The path becomes one of many parts written by footprints along the shoreline inland worries escape to the sea roll with fate or steady the oars over swells elements of whispered prayers Floating languid white bubbles waiting for the mermaids kiss of fairytales buried beneath layers of childhood beliefs that crystallized in glided goblets then touched gingerly for substance Carry me to the top of the gray horizon to sail as I will with confidence a funeral flower will float for the heavens and give itself in your honor the sea asked for nothing in return