The shores of Lake Superior, mighty as her waves exist, she invites and brings peaceful contemplation. Those who brave her cold heartless storms never forgotten.
So i venture towards her calling, a promise to be kind, and i drift along with passion, dreams all but blind. Her into me and i into her and life lived in the wind.
I’ve been lost now for days and i will never be back. Her jealousy my only lack. And i float along without you.
*originally written and posted 1/3/2017.
seasons: a poetic journey 