Point Fermin Nights
I sit and listen to the sounds of night and nothing can be found, but a far distant cry of tuna ships in a southward line, ocean bound. In meditation my mind finds it’s peace as the still night passes, but with the morning light comes reality as people re-join their masses. Oh… how sorry it must be__ to live by light alone,
and never know the sounds of night and all its wondrous tones.
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