Looking Out On The World
The sail slips past the waves like a whispered promise,
and the gulls cry secrets the sea has long forgotten.
Behind the glass, a cactus leans toward light,
brave in its stillness.
The flowers nod - purple sentinels of fleeting beauty.
Somewhere between the lighthouse and the living room rug,
a soul watches quietly,
not searching, not hiding,
just existing in that rare, golden pause
before what comes next.
-MD
Looking Out On The World
The sail slips past the waves like a whispered promise,
and the gulls cry secrets the sea has long forgotten.
Behind the glass, a cactus leans toward light,
brave in its stillness.
The flowers nod - purple sentinels of fleeting beauty.
Somewhere between the lighthouse and the living room rug,
a soul watches quietly,
not searching, not hiding,
just existing in that rare, golden pause
before what comes next.
-MD