My mind brought back to seascapes invitations
Holding on to hopes and momentary glows
Lost romance arising in bright projections
Going numb undone by fleeting shades of skies
Early morning losing track of Augustine
Losing scents of pines
Cicada songs fade out
Losing sense of time
Back along meandering sodden paths
Distant songs blurred out by weaving strands of fiction
Dreams and memories, can I tell them apart?
On the edge, unsteady, trying to put things back together
Weakening the essence of it all
