By Peter Baugh
On solitary shores I stand,
Lost deep in dreams of Neverland,
And watch the daylight fading and
The boats huddled together.
The moon arises and each star,
Set iridescent off afar,
Cuts heaven open like a scar,
And shivers at the weather.
The wind caressing my brown locks,
The salty waves that wash the rocks,
Recall our aimless, lover walks
Along this vacant shore.
But spectre-like the clouds drift in,
The raindrops fall, and I begin
To walk away, away again,
Away, just like before.
Peter grew up on Massachusetts’ north shore, in the shadow of Nathaniel Hawthorne’s literary legacy. He took a serious interest in reading and writing poetry in the mid-1990s, and had already published several poems when he graduated high school. He currently resides in Indiana with his amazing wife, Monica, and his three cats, Bruce, Selina and Bane.