
Time Out
where water begins and land touches the sorrow of a single boat
held back by anchor along a cold lazy lake mirroring shadows
perplexed by time out from the distant shore it sits yearning its freedom
–genece hamby
where water begins and land touches the sorrow of a single boat
held back by anchor along a cold lazy lake mirroring shadows
perplexed by time out from the distant shore it sits yearning its freedom
–genece hamby
quietly i faced the dream that tortured me for years and found that it wasn’t a frightening monster or deadly foe turns out it was always a true blue friend offering me prosperity and the peace
I sailed in. The sun warmed the nape of my neck and lit the sea and sky that blended into a background of high steep cliffs on three sides closer to the shore double strings of fish strung by th