The Mist, the Fog, and the Ocean's Call
Standing before the great water's roll...
Lost within a dream of greatness...
Breathing in slow. . .
Exhales more like whispers..
The burning sun had given way to the calling of night...
The gathering of stones, cool and ancient...
Collecting the sea's sadness...
As the last flicker of light fades until the chiming of tomorrow,
I look to the night sky...
There she is found...
In the shifting shadows of the moon...
A thousand departures created the void...
Releasing the hold on today...
With outstretched arms, I fall into the mist, the fog and the ocean's call.....TAH
Copyright © Tobey Hill | Year Posted 2012
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