Ocean Apart. P.O.M November 2025

Oceans Apart Scatter not these raindrops Upon the ocean vast Please carry them to parched land Where dusty sand is cast For there amongst the arid All life it waits anew To push between the barren And offer joys to you This magic that is dormant Has been this way...

Washed Sand November P.O.M.

Washed Sand Who am I that stain the sand Whose every footprint mark this land For as my breath invites the day In idle thoughts I drift away I gaze behind to see my path As in real time the sea it laps But when at last in full retreat I search to find my footprints...