I watch as each black wave emerges from the gray fog, Rolling steadily to the velvet sand at my feet. I watch as the silhouette of an elegant seagull Soars above the thick wall of mist, In which I find myself trapped. The vibrant colors of distant musing have faded. I turn to see where I have been—where I have come from, And yet my footprints have been swallowed by this obscurity. This obscurity seems to swallow all things that I have held dear. As my feet dig into the coolness of the sand I gaze ahead, Into the hazy wall that absorbs my shadow— Conceals my future. And like a fallen star I stand upon the beach in solitude. Oh lost light—I thirst for your illumination, I cry out for direction and guidance, For alone I cannot find the way. A single fallen star—I yearn for my place in the black sky. With each step I am closer and farther. My footprints disappear into the grayness As if they never were— As if my callused feet never sunk deep into the velvet sand, As if never did I feel the gentle coolness envelop my bare skin. A sudden breeze runs its fingers through my hair, And strokes my cheek with a gentle hand, Waves fall to the sand—churning and hissing in a rhythmic beat that never ceases. Just before me a sandpiper scurries into the gray curtain and instantly disappears, Enveloped by the unyielding obscurity that boxes me in. And I trudge onward, forward, and farther away. Jagged remains of sea creatures jut out of the sand, Gray, and blending into the sky, the water, the sand itself. And still I trudge on, into a scene like the first, The second, and all the same. I move forward and farther away from the footprints That have been swallowed by the fog. I move onward, into the obscurity— Disappearing into grayness. I move onward, through the hazy wall before me— Emerging into a new fragment of time.
Reason for writing:
walking on a beach in the fog...reflections on my life.
Birth sign: Aquarius
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