by Lowri Ann Davies

Created on: July 30, 2008

Your stood here with your toes on the brink of misty edge,
Ebbing away behind you your time has built a path.
Your knees are cut from the path of rock
From obstacles long since overcome have the cuts healed
And now you are built from towers of scars
Impressions cast in flesh cast in soul, cast in mind.

Slow dreams.
Reaching out over misty edge touching your toes,
like small skirts of mussels on a rocky shore.
You step slow steps and the mist clears.
You can see in front of you,
A path ebbing before you.
Look up look on
when you're seventeen.

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