Ancient Ocean's Call
Strangely, as in a hazy dream,
I remember the joy of returning,
of being back to a place
I can't remember leaving,
back where I must have writhed
in anguish with the ache to stay
and fiercely wrestled with, then lost to
the urge to leave and be away.
Now I hear and must heed
the ancient Ocean's silent call
that softly echoes in my brain,
telling me, "I am one, I am all."
Copyright © Romeo Naces | Year Posted 2008
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