The arms of safekeeping…
The arms of safekeeping Strengthened with each casting Of the twilight bell. Gracious and swift Do they mark each row Where increments of time Retract and spread In imperfect unison, Like disengaged molecules Along errant waves.
When the moment becomes you, Travel lightly along the Sand-soaked precipice, And smell the dreams as they Strive to appear Without warrant, But with fullness Of meaning found buried Beneath the withered castles You have created for me.
Art: “Twilight, Winter, Douarnenez” Maxime Maufra