Today I watched over the fjord counting the years since I fell into the ocean of your loving. Captivated, as the water in fathoms immeasurable, between sculpted cliff and boulder, leaning shoulder to shoulder, like the hours and days passing. Keepers of memory and time, these ancient guides, scribe watermarks indelibly in their sides. Adrift … Continue reading Today I watched over the fjord
Francesca Cairns 