Standing On The Shore

Standing on the shore at dawn

The sand is cold under my feet

Fog wraps its moist tendrils around me like a blanket

Dense and suffocating

And I feel numb

I hear the dark waters lapping

But they remain hidden from me

I wait patiently for the sun

To clear away the fog of night

And I will cast off once more

Upon the perilous waters that run so deep and alluring

And I will be whole once more

I wait patiently…

~ by Madron on May 12, 2008.