Light flickers upon the water
mimicking a mystical creature steering
ebbing slowly rhythmically breathing
rising and falling.
I sit and watch
entranced by the beauty
and warmed by the sun.
It is quiet here
my little oasis amongst the madness.
With each ebb I can feel the calm wash over me
my breathing changes pattern to keep time with the water.
The only time I'm happy
is here.
So I find myself amongst the briar roses and thorns
more frequently than I should.
No one notices my absence.
The sun is almost down now
the display will soon pass for another day
night will grasp the little inlet
extinguishing the light.
One, two, three, blackness
shrouds
till tomorrow
for tomorrow
is another
display.
Will you take me there??
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