A line in the sand, reflecting stars...

Giles Crosse

The man awoke at dawn. His gaze was distant. He carried many wounds. Shuffling, his steps left few marks in the dust, his feet pale and coarse in the silence.

Memory tells nothing of how or where he walked. Lifetimes suspended in moment. Paths converging, least expected, narrowed with pain.

Years revolve. Following these marks, tracing a line in the sand. Past and future. Tomorrow's worlds rise to challenge our ghosts. Judgements both weak and timid in the morning light. Healing so selfish it burns and destroys.

Daring to dream, which second echoes a lifetime? Whose rules do we follow, words do we trust? Which guide mirrors our way to the light?

I turn, cast my eyes to the sky. Start walking. Every journey has an ending. Every end has its price. Fears etch the river to cleansing my soul.