Fog rolls in
rolls out.
An ethereal tide
that brings old
memories and dreams.
Images of what was
and what will be.
I lose myself
in the lullaby
of motion.
Today is forgotten
as I am caught
up in yesterday.
Tomorrow
slips away,
and time edges on
heedless of me.
Would rather be out swimming, running, or camping. Works in state government. Spent a youth reading genre-fiction; today, he is making up for it by reading large quantities of non-fiction literature. The fact that truth, in every way, is more fascinating than fiction still tickles him.
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I like it, I like it.
Thank you Patty!