James

Pearling clear waters

Slowed and quickened

By the gust of

Cold autumn wind

Binding the waves

To their earthy grave

Gated by

Great Leafy Trees

Dancing in the silver mirrors

Of the […]

I.
The wooden barge
Floats on endless instance
Of watery front
II.
I walk its planks
Capturing the silvery eye
Of its sea bound lantern
III.
My feet meld
Its shaken core
My hands it’s torn sky
IV.
As […]