Stigmata Beach opens before you,
like a palm spreading out to the horizon –
Shorelines weep upward,
displaying runes of forgotten languages.
Poems, plentiful as pebbles,
push up through the grains of sand –
washed smooth by time and tide,
Revealing fossilized dreams.
Secret tongues full of symbols
flame the mind with searing visions –
Past splashes playfully in the waters,
urging you into the depths of drowned yesterdays.
Tomorrow’s breeze stirs up the waves
that weave patterns in the sand.
Read the Runes.
Raise up the Eyes.
Rising Stars fill the Gaze –
Here lies Sacred Lines
Washing up from Liquid Skies.
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Well worth reading. Nice match of pictures and text
Thanks very much Derrick. 🙂
Absolutely amazing and meaningful!
So glad it made a connection. Much appreciated. 🙂
These are really lovely, Joseph.
Thanks very much Richard.