For a long time I've been in waiting.
And it hasn't been a time I've actively analyzed.
Now I' m aware of so much more than only the details that show in the light.
Surely there have been times when I have forgotten.
Understand, there are times I still remember.
Barely take a step and walk.
Surely there are movements in time that I can hold hands with.
To feel that I am more to waves than the flesh and blood that surrounds me.
To think that we are more to each other than words mouthed can ever say.
To be what we are, close to the sure.
To be what we are.
Waves on the shoreline move back out into the open waters.
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Everything is made of waves and your poem beautiful exprsses that point. It has rhythm that moves through it like a wave gentle and prfound. Lovely poem.
Thank you.
I appreciate your words, they struck a light in a day that was perhaps a little dark.
Stay brave
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