The Dreams of the Tide

In was nearby the seaside caverns that the boy did reside. He came to the shores each night to see the moon direct the tide. He'd sit there for awhile, never minding the time. And watch the silver reflected light on the surface shine. The older he got, the longer each night he would stay.... Continue Reading →

Out At Sea

When I was younger, maybe 9 or 10 or 11, I used to lay awake in my room at night looking out the window where the moonlight would pour in from a clear country night sky. I'd lay there, much like I still do today, and likely will for much of my life to come,... Continue Reading →

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