WHERE DREAMS TAKE PLACE

alone, one tiny shadow in the distance, one black splotch on a grey canvas, the ship sits upon still waters, out in the open seemingly landless terrain, full of a still wonder, perhaps the workers take a break from their long tasks on such an occasion, perhaps praying to some faded saint to clear this fog, within their minds

gasping for air within such a mist, as even the smallest sounds carry short from home, calling out to the sailor to return home soon, to the loving warmth of what was left behind, 

as the blindness rises, the sun speaks up in the silence and everything is refreshed, as if to have merely been asleep, awaiting this actors exit, to bring on a more brighter tune, revealing what has been so obscure, just to make way that on this day, there was only a pebble in the sand, to make way for the waking frolicking of lovers, as they leap forward, towards the distant shores ahead.

Reviews

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Actually, this write follows on from the previous one quite well in that this scene is the perfect stage for a self contained person to draw from. In these lines, you expand on the mindset of the previous write. Interesting.
Adding to this and beyond...
It almost feels as if the main players are waiting for their chance...

[Gone]

Absolutely wonderful! I just love this write! I just love the sea. On it beside it or under it I don't mind. You brought back some wonderful memories! cliff and beach walks mostely. Awsome :D