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Summer,
ocean waves pulling us in, drawing us closer to a sense of rest,
as we feel more comfortable with our own peace,
knowing
seeing pieces of who we once were,
we invite the silence
of our own hearts,
saying quietly, “yes”.
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We are more than a rickety framework, covered
with skin, somehow carrying
cold steel within us.
No my friend,
we are always the oceans
covering the earth
reaching further
with our beautiful struggle
which proclaims there is a key
for unlocking
our lost horizon.
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We cannot possess love and hold it tightly,
but we are simply filled –
allowing it to move in us
from a stream
to the power
of a river,
to an ocean
untamed,
and covered
by an endless sky.
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The mystery of the sea is that we can hear so much more
than the sound of the waves
our jagged edges made smoother than stones,
as our spirits gently rest,
over deep waters.
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It’s ok to fall in love in the spring, or to fall in love
all over again. Renewing the light
in each other’s eyes, dreaming
of oceans, and heartbeats
forgotten, promises
wrapped in each other’s arms
never ending.
Closing your eyes again, dreaming.
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Drifting, seagulls floating on top of the water, as the sunlight sparkles
on each rising and falling, I can feel the emensity of the ocean,
absorbing strength, I begin to focus on the endless
horizon. A prayer, and the unlimited. Perhaps
we are not that far from each other,
You and I, drifting.
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And after the wars, when our minds are at rest, decompressing
from shields and arrows, we will find our oceans again
and the poetry we thought we had lost forever
will thunder in our ears, as the waves roar
washing us.
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