The Lotus Eaters
Whispers of waves, edge of dreams, they wandered. Sun-kissed shore, time folded, serene streams. Bare feet traced, sands warm, embracing, trees offered fruits, silken sheen. Eyes tasted, world erasing, into summer, unseen. Sky, dawn’s soft light, they lay, minds adrift, sorrowless land. Past, distant echo; future, line un-drawn, in this moment-stretched haven. World whispered, tranquil…