The Ocean

Corey LynnCorey Lynn Posts: 681
edited March 2008 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
I can feel the surge of blue
in this August afternoon.

An explosion erupts
and draws me in;
It’s power beyond my control.

With freedom at my fingertips,
I am in the center of a dream.

I am taken with the tides.

A white washed morning
flows through me.

I taste salt water on my breath,
and a see a horizon so vast
that I have never felt at home until now.

Take be back tomorrow to the sunset tides
and wash me in it’s gentle foam .

And sit with me once more on the sun soaked beach,
as we let the waves
and the world rush by.



If I knew where it was I would take you there. There's much more than this
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