In the dead of night I ponder
all my stones of awkward weight
Mentally skipping them o’r the water
of my mind's achromatic lake.
Casting stones of dreams and wishes
skimming hopes and fears obscure
Tossing far across the tide line
stones I’ve gathered on the shore.
Sweet release I feel unburdened
As they
sink down into the calm arcane
Yesterday’s stones are now a memory
I stoop and
gather an untouched day .
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