Tuesday, 21 July 2015

The sudden soft silence of calm.

first arrival

What lies beyond the lone fisherman?

His path and passing, obviously, and at night’s morn’ the shining seas; at days end -the sudden dark.

And then?

Two twisted and broken leaves.

It sounds unwelcoming.

Remember that in the shining seas the rainbows bend.

And at days end?

A sudden, soft calm.

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