Within the tides of change

On the edge
of a thought
a scream echoes
through the abyss,
a stone shimmers
on the ripples
of discontentment
as today’s talk
becomes tomorrow’s
whispers,
shadows follow
in your footsteps
until the eclipse
of the moment
disappears into obscurity,
it’s tail lights fade.

Reviews

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Andrew... your poetry has touched my Heart and Soul... It gives us moments to ponder and be calm as the River at Even Tide. The Will of the Spirit is within our Mind to be the Shining Evening Star that determines the Heavens desire. softly, Pat

[andrew mitchell]

Thanks Pat as always your reviews are always kind.