meanderlight
Fading Land
In times of turmoil and angst I reach for the familiarity of prose and the comfort of
memory.
Prose; as sea mist, dissolves in the firsts rays of sun, never there, ephemeral, lost
lover at best.
I slide, so subtle its start lost to me. I give my mind to serendipity and splutter grasping
memory.
I gaze, lost in unconscious reverie and fly my life, through cliff edge chills, over coconut
gorse and on.
On through spray and tumultuous wave, crashing boulders and distant cries darken
tragic life.
Spent, lightheaded from spiral decline I cling as a drowning man to the steady hand of
fading land.
Fading Land
In times of turmoil and angst I reach for the familiarity of prose and the comfort of
memory.
Prose; as sea mist, dissolves in the firsts rays of sun, never there, ephemeral, lost
lover at best.
I slide, so subtle its start lost to me. I give my mind to serendipity and splutter grasping
memory.
I gaze, lost in unconscious reverie and fly my life, through cliff edge chills, over coconut
gorse and on.
On through spray and tumultuous wave, crashing boulders and distant cries darken
tragic life.
Spent, lightheaded from spiral decline I cling as a drowning man to the steady hand of
fading land.