I continue to stand between
a breakwater and a shallow grave

all the while off in the distance
I can hear with clarity; the call

of an untamable and vast ocean
gentle hands holding sand and sea reach;

holding space for my most joyful dreams
I have danced on a narrow sandbar;

built by drifting seashells and lost souls
swam with the dolphins in the Atlantic

pause at the rhythmic rise and fall
of a pure and yet – obscured love

just as the tides begin to turn;
taking with it treasures found

colorful sea-glass catches a glimpse of a
sun-rising seductively in an eastern sky;

uncovering all of my vulnerabilities my endless
wishful thinking and peaceful reverie

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