The veil of night faintly lifts-
Dawn breaks gently, unstirring.
Eyelids leaden, shadows drift,
I hear...
Bird- and cricket-chirps mingling
In this liminal of night and day.
Shaking slumber, water splashed
I wander out into a misty path.
As clouds drizzle in languid spurts,
I smell...
Scent, delicious of rain-soaked earth.
In this liminal of rain and shine.
Dew-draped grass draw my steps,
And emerald lagoon, my course.
Clocks tick on, somewhere perhaps.
I see...
A distant paddling of oars
In this liminal of stillness and slow time.
All together, through rain-filmed tar,
We speed on to a time-worn fort.
Armed with memories and laughter,
We climb...
For sweeping views of an ancient port
In this liminal of land and sea.
All too soon, we bid adieu.
Yet -
Crashing waves, rain-drenched rocks
Moist soil, shimmering red.
Shell-soaked sand and cheery walks.
In our inward eyes -stay etched.
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