The waves broke and the reflection remained
The tide shifting, gently.
The sand dampened and the sun began to set
Footprints disappearing on a beach long forgotten.
Snow gently fell and the soft Ocean breeze turned frigid
The water froze, briefly.
When the air warmed, the reflection began to show its cracks.
And when he went to touch his reflection, he no longer felt the gentle waves.
Instead, he felt the cold, frigid water as his reflection shattered.
Distant dreams, I know not where
Shadows crept, turning meadows grey
Day faded and night came.
He walked, searching, calling and echoes cried back
The darkness hungered and enjoyed the snack.
Fragmented memories, stitched together.
A tapestry, constantly unwoven and rewoven,
yet never complete
He closed his eyes and remembered.
The sun beat on his face and warmth filled the air.
Whatever darkness, he dared not care.
And so he stitched his tapestry with gold,
remembering his tale was yet to be told.
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