Emotions come crashing like waves
The ocean is your voice
Smoothing the rough edges
Like beach glass
This could just be a mirage
Maybe I am in the desert
The cool waters of your voice
Simply an illusion
I walk the beach
The warm sand tingles
Beneath my toes
Perhaps, perhaps…
Reaching the waters edge
I stand before the setting sun
The sky a brilliant red
Reflection on the ocean waves
Arms outstretched
Birds cry breaking
The sound
Of your ocean voice
Slowly the tide comes in
As the waves
Gently crash toward shore
My eyes close
I feel the cool salty waters
Beneath my toes
And can’t deny
These feelings
Saturday, October 1, 2011
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