Finer things
To stand still,
even in the Chaos;
The odds
At the edge of the shore,
At the edge of my toes.
A hazy afternoon overlooking the fisheries harbour
Carried by the surprise,
of its own unfolding
Live like a river flows;
Twilight textures of the waterfront at dusk
A Mid sunny day
Though quiet , never quite silenced ;
Wended through,
the islands and the woods;
With the streams of view,
Looked at the world,and descended;
the islands and the woods;
With the streams of view,
Looked at the world,and descended;
Just like the raindrops, the streams,
and the river;
To our own journey.
Await
Sulking in the sunset hues
