The Sea
It all comes back to the sea
How strong is the spirit...
Restless in me
The sea can take me ,
in so many waves
So completely
The sea, a vessel
In which I travel,
in which I nestle
Soft ripples flow
Clouds above
The sea I came to know
The sun danced on the sea
The moon covered with silver
A restless spirit...
Roaming in me
The vastness of the sea,
in which I roam
Such fluid beauty,
is my home
Copyright © Matthew Brackley | Year Posted 2007
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