Adrift

Do we move to rest

silky like water that washes over our smooth thoughts

feeling the waves settle below our limbs

gently rocking us into the deepest night

cast ashore in forgotten dreams

that reignite when eyes grow heavy

do we drift on seamless seas

where day meets night

and thoughts become our reality.

Do we sit and watch the play of winds

whistling with the rhythm set by the tides

palette of colors in clouds burned by the sun

and cooled by the lavender hues

of nights coming advance

where I sit silently on the remains

of today and the grains of granite and shell fragments

bury my toes into wet castles created

by the barrier of leg as it tries in vain

to go around

yet becomes a part of stationary soul

that once lived

now smooth and light from years of turmoil

rolled about in a sea of anger and peace

and set down in the storm

a final place to rest

to become part of the beauty that is

a view of a lens.