An Island without shoreline
Whose only boundary is infinity
The same Island that is every other being
Who has ever existed
Who will ever exist
Black rock
Charcoal sea
Flat grey sky
A scene to fit her mood
Remnants of a storm in passing
The waves, still high
Thrashed the shore
Flashes of brightness
In the monochromatic bleak
It occurred to her
Something needed to change
I capture a moment
In an infinity of moments
Preserved only for so long
As time will allow
Longer than memory, perhaps
A record of my existence
Shadowed by
A dark’ning sky
Drawn to light
Far out to sea
Held at bay
By wave and tide
Hold my hand
We’ll venture out
Explore the beach
And detritus
Left behind
By seas withdrawn
The clouds
A battery of waves
Roll across the sky
I lose myself
In the rumbling hiss
Of wind and white water
Taste the salty air
On my lips
Breathing deeply
I wonder
What rides the night wind
What comes on tomorrow’s tide
Will the storm subside
Or kindle anew
On this blackened shore
An added vibrance
To the sky
Reminds me
Of your presence
The days a little brighter
The nights a little lighter
My life a little better
All for reasons
I cannot comprehend
No simple explanation
But a simple truth
My life a little better
Here life conforms
To wind and sea
Which cleaves the stone
With crushing wave
Still
The best moments
Gathered in little circles
Words and laughter exchanged
While the stormy world
Just falls away
Pix to Words 