• Vol. 04
  • Chapter 12
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The Figure on the Beach

This restless island has something concealed
Lying tranquil beneath this windswept land
Stormy seas have stepped aside to reveal
A sleepy figure lying on the wet sand

Sleeping in a perfect peaceful state
With no time to take in any disputes
The figure idle while awaiting her fate
Imagination brings needed routes

But she awakes to a broken solitude
Seen from above a strange craft or form
Is descending to change her mood
Closing her eyes she forgets about reform

It's a blip in an eternity of concern
Time has done it before only to return