There are beaches
hidden from
other world’s
view,
where old men
in the evenings
go to be,
where they go
to be alone,
and sit on fallen stumps of trees,
to hear and watch
now gentle waves
of streaming water.
lapping ,
shallow on the stones.
And there’s
a subtle scent of sulphur
that wafts across
the waters of Aegean shores,
filled with sounds
of heaving sighs,
and the deepest
blackest cries.

And the horizon is lit
by the light of burning towers
that are glowing,
far and distant.

My friend
where are you?
I hope you’re not alone.
I pray you now have company
of at least another kindred soul,
or of a mother of your own.
On the shores,
In the East
where you have journeyed,
a silent sailor,
Drifting on your own,
except for your
Assailant water,
Who took you down
so deep,
and turned that certain heart
to a lost,
and sinking,heavy stone.

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Photo by Rudolph Getel