Through misty sea glaze

Foundations settled on sand

Slowly slip away

Wandering drifting

Rambling roaming roving through

Meandering lost

Silver sickle moon

Swings slow and low through the sky

Sometimes I forget

A tawny owl hoot

Rippling through the still night

Never ending eyes

Thundering rumbles

The war cries of clashing clouds

Tearing us apart

Reflection staring

Back into my copper eyes

Misunderstanding 

A black soup swirling

Around dusty chimney stacks

Luna cortana

Under the surface

Deep inside my spiral shell

I hear the ocean

Lines of pink and red

Clash in westerly battles

Darkness always wins 

In the grey stillness

An empty old afternoon

Where dreams go to die