Dreams
of Days Seaside
Gazing
down at my book
I long
for the days
spent
wandering the sea shore
dog at
foot, kite afloat
straining
its limits
pulling
for string
I didn't
have
Suddenly
darkness
the beach
at night
moon
illuminating sandy patches
left
untouched by lamplight.
cold
harsh wind rolling from the water
ripping
and tearing against my skin,
like
a lions paw.
Memories
of retreat
to warmth,
four walls, shelter
barriers
against the world outside
haven
to a body drained.
I cecum
to an inner journey
more
emotion than thought
a silent
slumber,
of the
mind.
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