In the old world
we left ourselves
dreaming days to come,
but upon arrival wanted
to crawl back in. Now the
eyes open with reluctance
to the same sea, but the
angle is wrong, and instead
of the land at our feet there
is only the sky we once
rushed ourselves into,
and the wake.
Greetings from the old world 😉
Thanks, friend! : )
Lovely piece today, Stacey. So many fleeting images in my head when I close my eyes.
Michael, thank you. Wishing you a beautiful day. : )
And you as well. 🙂
Love this one, like I’m underwater and don’t feel the gravity.
This is reminding me of my all time favorite childhood game. Thank you, Bartholomew : )