Shore-brake

 

She waded at a silent shore,

testing brink of now & then

–and whispered wish for sands before

 

and missing him a life or more

beyond the shoals of why & when,

She waded at a silent shore

 

as sirens will a sea implore,

on weighted buoy of hope & yen

–and whispered wish for sands before

 

that any tide, or swearing for

could e’re undo, nor change amend,

She waded at a silent shore

 

impelled to seek by deepest core,

confusing, fixed phenomenon

–and whispered wish for sands before

for beacon lost atop a moor

that trumped all start & stayed all end

She waded at a silent shore

–and whispered wish for sands before…

 

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I bring to you an arrow, whole, Use it, or break it, But if you choose to take it --Know-- With it also, I will go. © Karen Robiscoe @1992

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