To Be
A place where
waves don't crash
against sand...
Where mountains eclipse the cloud line
and sayings thrust themselves in midair
Floating back toward shores
made of distinction
and colorful stones
what was said becomes gratitude
Love is what thanksgiving is for
Beauty is love's primary description
Mood swing does not exist...here.
Faith so real
Science so skilled
that honesty smiles sympathetic
regret frowns a domicile
and courage sees more of an actuality
So...much happens
In a place presence aches for.
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