Life is ordinary without the magic of words and colors.
The attraction of the sea seems stronger than that of the mundane world. Sometimes this is so very true.
Amniatic--born, reborn, borne .... What a lovely poem. I hope the figure on the shore fills with all.
I love the silver blanket curled - exquisite image.
I like the idea of dreams of heaven.....and I also think that it is often a good idea to leave one's files and shoes behind!(I know I had commented here earlier, but oddly the comment did not show up. Good to see you at Poetry Jam, Sreeja.)
love the sensuous imagery woven here...