Saturday, June 29, 2013

Reflections in the Mirror Looking Back No 5



The Shell

Its mouth cold and hard
Against my ear
Not turning a deaf ear
Against its hardness
Soft sighing I hear
Whispered echoes
Murmured

The soulful longing
To return,
To where, ocean’s gentleness
Sweeps across sand
Obliterating tracks and traces
The present, remade untouched

I turn my ear
To whispered echoes
The mellow longing
To what or where
I know not
The present remains

Tracks and traces

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