Whisper now, into the yawning expanse,
where the horizons fold into themselves.
Walk briskly towards the sunsets that rise
from the depths of shallow beginnings.
“Keep your balance on the left paw
of the distant moon, but only when
it rains in the opposite direction.”
Beneath the heart of the restless sea,
lie echoes of tomorrow’s untouched shores.
Count the grains upon the sands of time,
yet remember, they have none to give.
To taste the stars beyond this poem,
you must first drain the skies of their hues.
A step upon the clouds, a breath out of
the mist, finds its comfort solely in dreams.
Crossing the Gale
Fragments in the Void
Nightfall Reflections