Follow the river.
The twinkling river.
Meandering river,
It's flowing towards the estuary.

Leading into the cold lonely sea.
Gnawing chill.
The metaphor of the teeth of the shark.
That fires the frenzy,
Which rides on the waves.
Upon the shore stranded.
Pray let thee be saved.
Strands of seaweed, twisted together as rope.
Found rocky delight.
In an outcrop of rock pools.
****** and *****.
Hopelessly twisting a moment or two.
No doubt here in this darkest of places.
Her face, forward moving.
Aimlessly dreaming.
But it's giving her hope.
(C) LIVVI