be still and weave your world into the waves
lend whispered words to dreams your heart still craves
and you may find a wish upon the shore
that stirs the sands of time — forevermore
you shall not bow to sorrow’s ancient tune,
send silent prayers forth to the old moon
but cast off looming past’s forfeited pledge
and start anew, down by the water’s edge.
One photo, two poems… a challenge amongst friends – without peeking!
photo credits: twistedlamb.com