29 paddle cross the water into fog

29
paddle cross the water into fog
where ghosts and memories embrace in wet air
we venture there and leave behind
layers of all that life has lost
and gaze through frosted glass
to our hopeful future past

whispered thoughts hover over ripples
to the lover’s heartbeat of oars slipping into cover
of darkness and underworld
fog is where old bones journey far from home
driven by the tidal fear of dying alone

 

 

 

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