Submissions by neilthomas

I ran up from the sea bank
where the long pink grasses comb away
my silent sullen soul
And in between my steps I saw
the Earth as clear as day
sunlight flashing off the waves

Two more steps along the shore
and the truth has slipped away
The clear and purest thought I found
between the half-light and the day
now lost in the memory pool
with the banal and the obscure
The stain of mere illusion,
the frustration of the lure