Ferry
A rippled moonlit path of salty air and broken waves.
It entices me to stop my mundane ways of thinking and fall into hypnosis.
My eyes are stuck, glued looking through a window with dirty handprints from all the others who fell prey to this very song.
Gazing at patterned waves
in hopes that some mysterious beast will emerge or a whirlwind will carry us into the unknown.
Terrifying but beautiful, unknown but all knowing.
thanks Jess!
ReplyDeletelove it Jess.
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