Friday, July 6, 2012


The axis tilts, tides rise,
North is East.
My compass spins,
Pointing nowhere.
I am lost.
Degrees of change
Moved us to
This silent point where
Points are moot.
Your shadowed face
Hides eyes that flit
Away from mine,
Leaving me adrift.
I stand on sand,
Without coordinates,
No guide
Except the stars,
And dreams lit by
The moon-glow of hope.

© Scarlett Rains