Steel cold winds sweep over shores of pearl sands and white horse waves carrying small boats bobbing in motion as birds' rippling cries mingle in distant skies- merging like notes when music plays on multiple staves.
Tides run high as driftwood gifts it foreign trail from journeys intermittent- island to island of rocky shores and rippled sands.
Seas wash out to depth in quiet passing.... like peace at the end of a wild storm- the eye moved on in bird's-eye-view to places new.
Birds' calls gather in rising breeze as evening brings fresh reprieve and solace to island life where meaning and mystery dwell deep in cavernous roots and high on peaks of green and purple haze. The lantern held eternal pilgrim star is still ablaze.
Last Edit: Feb 15, 2024 15:25:58 GMT 9.5 by fjrogers
Distant peaks emerge....clear as day. The hermit's lantern turns to guide the way. Hermit's Way - F. J. Rogers