Orkney Crossing


Silhouette and illusion,
ongoing conclusion.

Gratefully here,
myself to endear.

The post and the gate,
It’s never too late.

Tightly embraced,
love can’t be replaced.

The islands fog bank,
genius prank.

The horizons quite gone,
behind veils the sun shone.

With my hand reached out,
erased landmarks rubbed out.

Memory wiped clean,
blank slate from a dream.

Amnesia mists,
contemplative gifts.

Peace at last.

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