Travelling hopefully
I was buried in the music,
old time stuff,
the same songs,
time again,
too loud,
random wanderings
the red sunset
added a touch of magic
to a seaborne pallet
totally calm
the island silhouette
unfamiliar, exotic
Sunday night and wide awake,
clear of mind, imagination fuelled
Arrived – day 1 – rocks at Peel castle
At the edge of the sea I sat, waiting, with expectations of the tide, almost full in. The soak of the bolder wave did not come.
Lands edge was final. There could be nowhere else, no other place, an ending.
I was completely alone though not companionless. My thoughts ran quiet amusements whilst around me the water swirled and pulsated; timeless beats of an incomprehensible song.
I asked no questions. There were no answers.