(Old)

Molten limestone sea
of iridescence
challenges the moon
while the flight of broken waves
somehow manage
to calm and soothe
on a driftwood throne
pondering a kingdom of
crawling compelling abandon,
Dragging nostalgia
to the shores
of a still repeating mind.
Remembrances, singing to thee.
Your unabashed assail leaves
my pretentious mold broken,
my words and confidence stolen