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Lost in the Shallows

She seemed to forget something in the shallows
Her hands in cold water
Her feet wade through the waves
So long she spent there
Just off the beach in the autumn surf
And yet still
She could not grasp it
Her reflection
And
Her memory.

Silence Calls

The world is dark and dim and shifting,
Beneath a quiet shell uplifting.
In the silence one was calling
She stopped to listen…
Heard leaves falling.
Almost footsteps, ones behind her.
Turned to look and heard survivors,
Still living echos of her own,
So cold and far away from home.
On her way, walking faster now.
Down a path to the edge of town,
Where the world, dark and dimming,
In its shadows with mysteries brimming.
None may see her final flight,
If safely home, or had to fight.
Those footsteps she once heard before,
Were her own, but something more.
For reaching from her twilight shadow,
Her reflection from graves shallow.
Grasping at her ankles so,
It may not have to let her go.
Then turning slowly back to see
What has gripped so desperately,
Then looking into that shadows face,
None but her own would take its place.
She is it, and it the shadow.
The day is done and she’s left hollow.
The world is dark and dim and shifting.
Beneath this shell that is uplifting,
There is one, who in silence calls,
Waiting for another, who, listening, falls.

What If

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Who knows what today will bring,
My painful, mourning, anthem sings.
Is there truth that lies beyond,
In the saddness of this song?
So far so good some say is fine,
Though I dream of another kind.
A day that does not find me weary,
The spoken word I hear so clearly,
So tired of this fate befallen,
Waiting for my doom so called in.
To reach out and grasp the rope,
That lifts me higher towards such hope.
But to reach is hard, and my burden heavy,
What if my hands were to fail me?
“What If” reads the stone ‘ore my grave,
That lies open. Will I be saved?
Not for as long as I here lay,
With open arms simply waiting to be saved.