Lying on my back here on this sand carpet, alone in the hot sun, clenched hands behind my head, I press up, gaze upon my feet, – I see it, my stone rune – it is still there, wedged into the sand at my feet, towering before me, in pristine condition as it always is – its my only protection in the sun.
Again, I rest my head and lie still. Thinking. Still.
The waves wash up against the rune, protecting me behind it, from the tide that resides.
I’ve been here before, I’ve been here my whole life – when I close my eyes. I lie there wondering why its here, wondering why its with me, wondering what it means – why it doesn’t leave me.
When I think about you. I close my eyes.
The beach of time washes up small fragments of my life – only…those that fall in front my the rune – remain there and they cannot reach me. I cannot reach them.
My arms and legs are tied into the sand with ropes. I wonder why… who has done this?
I wish that this barrier was gone, these ties broken – my life accessible.
Lying on my back here on this sand carpet, alone in the hot sun, hands behind my head, I press up, gaze upon my feet, – I see it, my stone rune – it is still there.
Helplessly I Look to my side, I see you!
…next to me, with your rune, at your toes…
your arms untied, foot prints from you to me…