Reflections Run In Circles P. O. M. November

Reflections run in circles Replaying all our time What seems today a new thing Is a past that’s redesigned Each thought that wanders by us Has surely been before Although we can’t remember The circle stirs once more Even all the faces That now come into view Are souls...

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...