As Cross As They Come

Somewhere half between the moment of the morning on the beach

And half between the tattered seem when all my senses took their leave

When the mist rose up around and made a sound that was so sweet

It was that song for which I long to bring my soul and mind reprieve

I made it down, along the coast

So I called out and tried to see, but what I did I did for me

There was no method to my madness, there was no meaning to my dream

Better men had tried and failed, would I prevail? I did not glean

How to resolve, deny, dissolve a thought

Not part of any dream

Reviews

[Farmgirl]

Here I am traveling again imagining myself in this moment you capture this moment captivatingly and I'm not just saying this I mean what I say and I say what I mean I sugar coat nothing truly you are a great writer