I tell myself I've moved on
gone beyond that old refrain
walked the long lone bridge
away from the clouds
of our unbecoming
you said
your body's silky touch
silver Celtic brooch
moon sung white skin
linger in my mind
no matter how hard I try
the bridge that stretches
and now divides
still unites the you that I knew
with the me who walks
so that I must get off the road
walk the beach let the sea
cool my feet put my hands in the clouds
let the water rush over and around me
sky lit, washed, tidal.
Near the Hindmarsh River estuary close by at Victor Harbor there are beautiful resilient swamp paperbark trees. A boardwalk and trail lead around them; in winter the surface of the water in the small lagoon next to the trail flirts with the trees' reflections on those still days that have one stop, enchanted. This blog is to follow the trail wherever that may be lead across the world of enchantment and earth rapture.
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