Rachel J Bowler's photos with the keyword: walkway

Across the sea A thousand swords Forged in the sun Gather. Uniform, abstract. Their silent dance Mesmerises, and Avalon ascends For a moment, Refracting in A myth once glimpsed, Sucked in to a sanctuary Of destruction. Sinking back into Victorian benches, The wood calms, And I look back Towards the town, While the old soldier Watches From his wheelchair.

Already you are drifting Too far away Behind a shimmer Of black and gold When I close my eyes To reach you. So when The morning of My birthday arrives I decide to make The journey To wander through The colours of my past. And ask the sea To find you once more.

Mist covers everything I know How did I get here? My name matters not. I am unacknowledged. I stay awake Through the night. Until dawn, Looking for a home.