Ocean of Dreams
I stood in the ocean,
And wished for a dream,
I moved with each motion,
As it made me lean...
In every direction,
So with every wake,
Each tidal wave section,
Around me would break...
The wave that surrounds me,
is taking a shape,
Like something that found me,
And not by mistake...
So warm to the touch,
But as cold to my hand,
Its pulling me closer,
With water and sand...
Now its the ocean,
that’s coming to me,
in love with a notion,
I found at the sea...
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