She heard it in the echoes...

THE OCEAN


She heard it in the echoes

of the rosary beads of memories,

be aware of words

beware of them.

Behind her eyelids she watched

illusion and reality,

the dance of life.

Paint peeling

the lighthouse sang an old song,

part of everything part of nothing,

unsettling the ocean.

A slender thing

what might have been,

hidden

for a lifetime.



by gennepher