Comments about Lyra Kane
When I was young
I remember the rhythm of pattering beats
across the deck
Bare feet in the air longer than on the ground
Dance to the life song
The possibilities of the line
That runs straight into the water
Its end not visible, covered by
The shadows of clouds and ripples, unknown
Patience makes time endless
I am more than the reflection, beneath is a mystery
The tug comes
When to reel in, to reveal?
Do I feel it in my grip or my heart?