While watching rolling waves from the distant there Past loves come to mind Bringing me there to here to my place of peace These tidy sands at my feet
My mind’s eye takes me beyond the wave’s horizon To dream my dreams of wishes to come, as this eye foresees Who is out there? Within and without I and it questions That calls me past my feet and sand Where drifts of memory and presence Entwine and dissolve to paint in hues Of who, this is, that I am.
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Posted: Oct 2018
About this poem:
A poem of reflection while looking out at the ocean horizon. Maybe you experienced something like this?
I'm always daydreaming and wondering about things. Can relate with that. Some call it creativity and some call it wool gathering. I call it poetry in the making. Thanks for sharing.
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Kathy