Mellow the sea tide inching in
nibbling the shoreline
swishing kelp and swapping shells
stealing footprints
and time.

A lazy pen crawls the page
lapping gradually from margin's line
an inky gull's opportunist eye
scavenging the scene
with a rhyme.

Away to the wind's
stream and whim
traverse, breath light,
upon wings unseen
to wander worlds
and times gone by
gay as silvery moonbeams
and summer sun's rays

Crows caw and cackle
cracking dawn
shattering the secrets
of early morn,
chirp and whistle
adding voice to the song
nature awakens
by the feathery alarm.

The fog lifted like shame
after a forgiving kiss on a brow by a loving parent.
The S of a cat's tail slunk off after an unseen temptation
lurking in the bowel of a shrinking shadow
as colours timidly emerged from rest.
Silver droplets clutched webs with just enough strenght to experience the sun's longing eye before dissipating in the warmth of the spectrum cast by its light.

The night from which I walked has expired from existence
leaving only residue of thoughts as circumstantial evidence of its passing importance.
Stopping the echoed drag and slap of footfall,
I stood tentatively listening,
witnessing one of natures purest gifts:
silence.

Splinters of shrapnel
explosive relationships
unretractable

true waters reflect
turbulent self-perception
I am lost at sea.