I watched the ocean floor ribbed,
Firm and breathlessly gray.
Beneath my feet they held their sway,
As little waves circled and kissed my toes.
I listened to the mirth and glee,
In the voices that life offered me.
The slight accent of the cliff,
Echoing the sound of the sea brazen wind.
As I watched and listened,
Tiny thoughts bombed in my mind.
Freeing my attired thoughts,
Giving me the freedom to choose.
Between thoughts of beauty and forlorn,
To encompass me within the womb.
The daring had begun,
In the mind.
2 comments:
just occured to me as i read your musings the length of topography you really call home..from the pristine mountains to the flaky sea..its all a matter of heart where one resides
True...every place you have visited leaves an imprint in your heart...
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