Thursday, July 25, 2013

Wanderer by the Shore

By: Gus Victoria

The eddies of time
Swirl irreverent,
Ripples of chance
Break the plane
Crafted by a Creator
Beyond mortal ken,
Understood by none
That still draw breath,
On the shore of reason,
The lake of storms
Beckons, a lover, so sweetly,
Confusion clothed in passion
To make sense of diffusion,
No craft to sail,
No home to defend,
The wanderer by the shore
Marches on forever more.

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