— a poem of potpourris.

Show Me Where.

Guide me there.

Photo by Eric Muhr on Unsplash

Is it between
the umpteen grains of sand?
Prancing the surface amongst the tide
hardly weightless, yet would never shed
when heaving wounded souls
whilst life was conceived within its warmth.

Or there?

Above, but not far aloft
The ever-white canvas;
pristine, with ivory weaves
undefiled by any spectrum.
Boundless — up and coming.
Only cosmic-like prospect
within every brush-stroke.

Or maybe,

What once was a herculean citadel,
a stronghold.
Home to lion-hearts,
an homage to combatants —
For the brave who fought, what they never start.
A fallen fortress which wreckage
have been torn apart.

Where do you think
I must remain?
To once more caress
all the erstwhile traces of thee;
an everlasting warmth —
my home amongst the sea.