The ocean is so far from
these eyes,
these ears,
my senses.
Beauty. Sound. Smell.
Raise thy voices all yea seagulls
fill the air with your freedom
let me hear.
Waves, crash and linger
bring all thy memories.
Tell of thy journey for I shall listen.
Clouds, dance.
Sun, set.
Moon, rise.
For day shall pass and night just as fast.
A glimpse I take at my fighting past
a sadness of loss and love and belief
and security and freedom and confidence
and direction and foundation.
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