Days become a blur
Weeks, months, years roll by
The washing tide scouring the earth,
The tundra, the lakes, the forests of my mind
Shedding foliage like an old coat of skin
Sloughing thoughts off the tip of my tongue
Beating against my skull
Like grains of sand in a glass bottle.

Washed upon the shores of isolation,
A lost plea for help ruined past recognition.
Sounds of laughter, pictures of a smile
Samples to emulate in the darkest times

Your light is my sun,
Pulling me closer, giving me sustenance
Even as passion burns me away.
Under your brightness the sorrows retreat,
Finding shadows crawling out of reach.
I can hold my head up, and feel my spring coming.

Time slows- stops, under your touch
Hand in mine, I am anew
Clarity granted, like snow melting off the land
A refreshing spirit splashed across my face
As the current races, oblivious.

I can only see what passes in front of me,
But I can imagine where this river leads.