Monday, February 01, 2016 0 Comments

Another shore,  another age
I walked those sands, searching... 
Some shells,  some foliage, 
I ran at the waves rushing.

Beyond the third white wave, 
Curled against the fourth... 
The brittle crab shell swayed, 
Bobbled,  speding forth...

My heel firm and grounded
The waves raised with a crisp honk.. 
The catamaran,  I spotted, 
On the wall, seated a white conch...

Staring at the conch, I dreamed, 
My fingers traced the tiny lines... 
The lines circled edging for release,
I placed it near my ear,  it whined...

The song of another shore,  another age
I hear you now,  calling me 
I hear clearly,  my voice interlaced
I stand here,  it's you I feel...

Looked up at the sky, 
Looked at the sand, 
Looked side ways, 
Looked beyond...

Without a clue,  where to move, 
I followed your voice from inside, 
Another year,  another month,  or forever, 
But,  one day we will meet,  soon enough

This day we will recite those lines, 
For another shore,  another age, 
Your words will still beckon, 
I will follow your words,  till there is no return.


Some say he’s half man half fish, others say he’s more of a seventy/thirty split. Either way he’s a fishy bastard. Google

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