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DEDICATED TWO PETER DUGGIN AND POET DISTROYER, AND LISA A TRIBUTE TO 
THEIR UNIQUE SOFT NATURAL STYLES.

By the Bay

BY THE BAY

A beach vagabond am I,
Lost amongst the foam and spray,
Enchantments careless cast away,
Set drifting alone, a lunar moon child,
Of the free spirited, enlightened ones.
Dreamers, whom sought the seasonal warmth,
Beyond the reach of the winters chilling
 Embrace.
Here my lullaby, the oceans tides braking,
Against the shores rocky harbor. 
Imagination's thoughtless wanderer, making castles
Build of sand, than watching them being swallowed
Whole beneath the waves.
Peacefully, I do listen to the stilled silence,
Natures harmony in balance, a musical symphony,
Of sight and sound intensified, by beauty's
Overwhelming, raw exposure, beguiling the
Eyes of youthful promise, to inspirations
Poetic heart.
 Hear the wind, how it whispers thy name,
Ever so softly, it echoes within the seashells
Hollow chambers, come rest beside thee.
Once more, so do I recline at eases pace,
Beside mine oldest friend the sea,
As the gentle tides rush onto the shore.
The heightened senses recalling yesteryear's
Wonderment, of spiritual liberation.
Behold I've returned unto thee,
This the restless voyager, home at last,
Tasting the salty air, feeling your welcoming
Breeze, brushing against my bare skin.
Never to roam again, I do solemnly promise,
For know sheltering harbor has appeased me,
Except thine.
The lamp light still shines, in the old weathered,
Window panes of home, so did it lead me back to thee.
As a lighthouse guiding a lost ship to a safe harbors,
Port of call, here I shall linger, until times ending,
And dead reckonings final journey begins.
To a farther distant shore beyond.
I'll thus step onto my holy father's sacred
Land, regretfully leaving thee behind,
For thou art my haven, my heaven,
My solos, by the bay.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
Copyright © | Year Posted 2014

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A   Avatar
March 21, 2014 at 11:20 AM
Hello My friend, the beauty of the wandering soul... A beautiful journey, filled with sand, and breeze.. This I recall to be today's top imagery of words... hugs ~Linda
Onclaud Avatar
March 20, 2014 at 3:14 PM
awwwh, so sweetly written, cheri... love the romantid feel of this one.. yess!..huggs
A  Avatar
March 20, 2014 at 2:12 PM
wonderful poem beautiful imagery ~SKAT~
Kendrick Avatar
March 19, 2014 at 7:34 PM
Very descriptive and expressive work that you have penned in this one..I enjoyed reading it this evening..I was delighted that you dropped by..Sara
Torres Avatar
March 19, 2014 at 3:23 PM
Oh dear Cheri.... i feel renewed and reborn with your poem... the easiness... the calm.. the solitary moment of sitting alone by the bay... I'm thinking of going to beach alone... and by this poem..I've been there...thaNks for a great journey....I love it!!! ^__^
Andresen Avatar
March 19, 2014 at 7:47 AM
- A beautiful poem, one of your pearls Cherle! - I like to have my feet well planted on the ground ... I get so terribly sea sick. - Have a lovely day. - oxox // Anne-Lise :)
Roberts Avatar
March 19, 2014 at 12:07 AM
I can see the crashing waves
Pettit Avatar
March 18, 2014 at 11:59 PM
Reading this reminded me of Bayshore Rd in Cape May County in southern New Jersey. The little towns along the way have nice beaches. I can't wait until summer arrives, and I can revisit those towns.
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