From the Lighthouse
My eyes bulge.
My jaw drops to the floor,
never have I seen this before!
Sea salt sprays 'cross the skies
as the tide begins to slowly rise.
A sense of freedom and grace
emerges from the crystal waves,
I could watch the ocean all day.
Time flies,
the daylight dies.
The day may be done,
But a life of discovery has begun.
I may not be talking to the president
in the White house,
Instead I stare at the ocean,
from the lighthouse.
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