Through the mire..

Fresh from the drawn curtains of a pastel dawn  
The sun hides behind the massing clouds of day  
Water lapsed legs are rubbed in the velvet of silt
Giving way to the fray and territory of notion  
In a sense a dressed devotion;  
The now is where we stand before  
This time, this here, is all we have..  
The past behind the futures advance  
That fucking met-a-phorical door..  
It’s frame is barred in the intern of an open floor  
As we set what rises in its wrapping  
The present is the moments gift  
A man, his dog, wet boots, and cigarettes  
Amidst fields of water and their thoughts..  
Time I trust will yield the banks to the roll of shore  
To share the rippled kiss of sands once more  
Yet here and now..  
Patience reigns the distant kiss of mist to the skies  
And in the reflection of them upon my eyes  
Strength wells in its courage and devotion  
Persistence backs the place of feet on hidden paths  
Through the mire, home towards a fire..