It begins late as the sun dips slowly into the gulf. The incessant quiet fills the air with wasted space. Long ago and far off in the distance thunder crackles against the steady beat of rain on the still pool water. A sound that softens the soul and inspires the imagination.
The search begins and slips slowly across the horizon of living. Consequences are considered and filed somewhere in that space of forbidden thoughts. The mind spiraling like a spring - sprung - bent with tears holding no trial over the condemned.
Time - delayed - dissected - diluted with despair and delight - moving forward faster than lightening along the coast. Swells from the storm lap with intensity while the spirit renews and regenerates.
Seeking out the Seven Moons while the earth watches in fascination and laughs at the innocence.