A Tide of Wishful Waters
My imagination is a tide of wishful waters,
A chilled ocean breeze fills the world and the words that soar overhead,
I leave behind all reality, I break a thread,
And no longer am I being held in the palm of the universe,
but I hold my universe in my pocket,
and whisper words of new meaning,
only then can you read the sky like a book,
because only then is the sky possible to touch, and flip the pages of thought,
A feeling that takes my being, and turns me into a bird,
flying overhead like the words that fill with ocean breeze,
And I sail upon my tide of wishful waters
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