Gone Are The Days

"There are wild birds' feathers- the owls, the nightjars. I shall dream
wild dreams. I should be at peace here with only the sky above."

-From chapter five of Orlando. By Virginia Woolf





Digital painting by Carol Brown ©


Poem by Emily

gone are the days
cerulean and drifting slowly
sandy time sifts inside
glass curves
the way inky water
sifts through
my fingertips
i am a nomad lost in
a melancholy sea
of me
and me alone-
sand, sea...
and me
alone,
me alone.
i am tumbling in the rising wave
memory and time
collapsing in and folding over...
gone are the days.