The oceans travellers cry forth across the waves. Lightning cracks across a vast horizon, reaching out its hands towards an unsuspecting shore. No light to guide. No ties, no ties to bind. Evening Tide what do you hide? To the years spent waiting on the winds of change, this is penance paid. This is my penance paid, to the morning Sun, whose warmth never found this young mans face. Shifting light outlines my battered form. Stranger to the world. Alone. Evening tide, what do you hide? Lightning cracks across a vast horizon, reaching out its hand towards an unsuspecting shore. With a final effort I strike out across the swells, seeking only the answers, maybe horizons hold.
Posted on: Wed, 03 Dec 2014 05:41:35 +0000
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