A deserted beach
A shadow washed up on the shore;
Caught up in nets of fishermen,
And the flotsam tide of war..
Still alive – despite the maelstrom –
Something I could not comprehend,
Then it disappeared, without a trace,
Like wet footprints in the sand.
As I turned to leave,
A stranger came and looked upon the scene;
I said, ‘Be careful where you tread my friend,
There are shadows here with dreams.’
© Fingleton ( 2016) (Löst Viking)