The Watery Edge
Along the waterfront
the sea stretches out
into the pale open
horizon,
endlessly saying come with me.
A stranger stares at me
and I stare at him.
Both of us are on
the placating edge
letting our feet get wet.
Standing in turmoil – horror
at the sight of our reflection –
we stand together
wanting the belief to
stand back & feel free.
Soon the tide has gone
into its mysterious depths
leaving me alone
lost in the boggy sands
watching my sand rippled shadow.
The moonlight reminds me
that I’m still alive.
My shadow’s expression
tells me, that the tide
has again taken my confession.
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