Mushrooms, Splinters, and Thorns

Searching for Power

Searching for Power

Strolling down a midnight beach,
damp shadows among the dunes,
each owned by the night,
nostalgic for lost power.
One crystal on a golden chain,
a useless venture in the dark,
stubborn pebbles etch through the soles,
salt-water, a nocturnal cure.

The rudder of thoughts steer
creeping words from the deep,
lining up, in defiance
against suggestive sleep.
Boneless waves on sand,
confidence clad in black,
silenced visions crawl between sheets,
while recurring dreams blindfold.

As light and shade rotate,
life to a full circle comes.
A soul’s greater than zodiac’s shield
if forgiving nature hangs on.
A straw in the wind, a stray spark,
when a reddish star ridicules,
a hollow lie, a dizzy rambler.
For perfection, we’re made fools.