Mudlarking In Bay of Twilight

The sun-soaked shining valley of my lucent life Drains the symphonic cadence of ecstatic rills Swirling around the scattered glint of nuggets Carved out of the precious golden moments. With sailing sediments of euphoria dislodged They all roll in the turbulent cascade of time In the torrent of the cloud-burst falling sky Flow to the flood plain of terminal obscurity. In search of transported treasure trove eroded Buried beneath the strata of stagnant sludge I wade through the marsh of submerged past Mudlarking in the bare bay of tranquil twilight. In the light of the setting sun fading so fast Each time the surged tide of turmoil ebbs out I scavenge the mud of memory layer by layer Retrieve the gilded instants I once lived to adore. April 5, 2020 Brian Strand's Contest : Completely Your Choice (35)