Waves lap lightly at the shore,
attempting to reach a land that will never be theirs.
Marsh grass rustles in the evening air,
calming the starlings into rest for the night.
The sun steadily drops away,
leaving behind a golden pathway on the water.
Where it leads, only the wind knows,
never stopping for conversation
except on these slow summer nights.
If you stop and listen, you’ll hear of a place…
A place of no worries
and calming days removed of conflict.
A place of golden light
that soothes over fears and conquers nightmares.
A place of musical brooks
calling out to the dreams that sleep beneath common sense.
A place of trees, comforting and soft,
holding in the memories that threaten to overflow.
But as the sun sinks lower in the sky,
the pathway becomes harder and harder to find.
And the longer you wait,
the more likely the chance
that you’ll never find this place.
Carpe Diem
