The Walk

It's a poem...

Walking along the shore,
One moon filled night.
I came along a place,
unknown to me.
I had thought.
I had  known,
every grain that had
layed upon this beach.
For this is my home;
My sanctuary;
When my reality becomes
to great to bare.
Walking to the end,
where the earth meets the sea.
And out upon the horizon,
the black starry night,
beckons me to look
a little closer,
than I had once done.
And in looking, I find myself,
gazing into the darkness.
And in that darkness,
something looks back at me.
I strain my vision, just a bit further.
To see these eyes starring into mine.
These beautiful, crystalline blue eyes.
No longer starring at me but more,
looking into my soul, as if...
they know me, or some long
kept secret, that they do not tell.
And in the silence of this moment in time,
unspoken thoughts speak volumes,
without a whisper.