Edge of the Waves


I walk upon the clouds of my imagination
out to the edge of the waves
Just out of reach of the dry sands
Daring the darkest currents and the trade winds
to show themselves
Watching the days of past swirl around my feet
and leave with the tide
Teased by the blinding horizon
anticipating my retreat
I hasten the threat on fate to let me be
Only then am I conjured by reality

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