Inhaling the Sea
In the hour just before sunrise
No one about but an occasional gull
Harbor lights shimmer through the mist
And I am drawn by the song of the surf
Long ago I was as innocent as the wind
In love with the sand and the sea, a
Notebook always at hand, I wrote of
Ginger skies, sails and the essence of me
Tomorrows have come and gone, and
Heavy the burdens of living can seem, so
Eventually I always come back to the sea
Soft the light breaking over the vast blue
Easing me into life by the emerald green bay
Again breathing deep I reflect on another day
Copyright © Barbara Gorelick | Year Posted 2014
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