On a halcyon shore did I lie by.
Surrounded by mirrors with a hue so bright.
Reflecting within me the sands and the sores.
The heaps and the holes.
The ground underneath so deep.
With a flair and some reef.
Seeping down into my toes.
The brine met some sores.
Which had been had from the ways untrodden.
Untrodden and unmet yet surrounded by thy surreptitious glance.
So dim and bleak.
With a feel of trance… The waves tinged my soul.
With their calling and uproar.
Reminding me of thy feel on the ways untrodden.