ocean

Drifting Shadows

Pulling, dragging, floating, we wait.

Warming waters and shifting sand forms the mood.

You hold the answers.

Speaking in dreams, you guide us.

Smokey winds are unpredictable and ever-present.

Striking the clear skies, the thunder is deep, like a distant memory.

We know our place.

The full moon outlines faceless shadows.

In the darkness we find familiarity.

We are the black rising mounds.

 

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