Delta Flows

Delta Flows

Branches reaching, as a delta flows
Seaward, with fleets of leaves
Movements of so many fish
Swaying in the breeze

A frozen galaxy, sparkling
On the timber balustrade
Sparkling as cold space
Rich with the ephemeral

Waters circular motion
As a dream flows,
went
Defied recollection
Defined a journey

Of all the places we rest our heads
None better stand the test of time
Than silver sand and lullaby waves

Where the river meets the sea
Of anima mundi
Enfolding a world

Wave washed sands
Corked within a vessel
Heavy with dreams

Purging the engines of thought
By moonlight, on a cloudless night
Reverence, at the helm, standing
Behold her breath, a raft adrift
Bound for the fresh-frosty mourning