Theme of an Ocean
A cold desolate beach
Romantic memory laden
Shamelessly irrisistable
dealing on heat changed
A lot - depending on the light.
All the rough shod traveling
Comes to an end here, still
Alone with Imperial Beach
When I'm ill at best, quiet.
Unchangingly calm & clear
Star light sees stardust
Looking at us rabble rouses
A curiosity of mysteries
And a spectacular attitude.
1 comment:
Yes, Our Mother looks upon and whispers into our ears, breathes life back into us children She has strewn about her skin. We have all found a temporary place to lie in her never-ending bosum.
Thanks Rj, very nice!
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