Etched into driftwood and cast away

messages to some future soul

seeking a glimmer of truth

where the sea grinds down all

and spits out worn epitaphs

carved into changing shores and shifting tides

From out of darkness come the wraiths

on waves battered thin against a storm tossed shore

gathering broken pieces

to stitch together into a mosaic

The storied past of the first to cross

who fought storm and talon and landed in dust

to scratch a way out of northern lands

Who found peace in the fallen vale

far from the calling of shadows

yet lost from all voice of a common blade

This one is part of a larger picture.

Photo by Capik Serigala on Unsplash

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