Five Leagues Near the Open Shore

My heart has left the harbour
Soft hands envelop seas of change
O’er turbid waters one can barely see passing hands across the mist

which beckons storm and drank its fill from strain of waves against the setting sun

a vessel silently threads
sailor’s delight
there are but stars to navigate the open pour of milky way

my eyes see both light and darkness in the

perennial haze of petrichor


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A little person on a little island in a little planet

Posted on September 4, 2012, in Uncategorized. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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