An orphaned strand
two dream seas.
like calcified husks of ancient sea giants
loom out of the water.
Ancient trees stand
tall and blind,
patiently marking moments
in a world cut loose from time.
Driftwood, bones of nightmares,
twisted and deformed.
Ocean waves scramble over each other
desperate bid to escape the sea.
The waves grasp and claw at the sand
but only find themselves sucked deeper into it,
becoming part of the aimless shore.
Below ground, slowly, the waves will be drawn through
the pores of the earth,
and cast back into their
doomed and inescapable cycle.
In this place of mystery,
each traveler has
Angels of frightful symmetry,
perch in clouds
owl-like eyes watching.
Ruby in the mist
We’ve left many footprints here
on the way to other places,
haven’t we, my friend?
We’re still wandering the shores, in fact,
just like those ocean waves,
trying to break free from ourselves.
But grasp and claw and cry as we may,
the trees root themselves
ever deeper into the soil,