She lured me amongst the shadowy
pathways of love.
Where moon beams flickered through
the echoes of thoughts from lost and
caught forever in a web of silken dreams.
Following the gentle tread of her feet,
I felt her step softly upon the sand,
of the island that was my soul.
There she cast my heart upon the beach
like storm tossed driftwood.
Bleached, worn, twisted.
Then watched it drift away
into the infinite ocean of despair.
Now it’s free to wander where it desires.
Following the light of the moon beams,
where you softly tread.
Laurie Smith © 2013.