Missing You
My missing you
never stops.
Not since the beginning
when my eyes first saw
your wide almost infinite expanse,
Not since my ears first heard
your angry roars or soft soothings,
Not since
your salty perfume filled my spirit.
Blessed be I
to have made your acquaintance,
oh ocean dear ocean.
Blessed be I.
Copyright © Sarah Ann Jullion | Year Posted 2023
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