tides
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Drawn to the edge of the waterin concert with the moontides ebbing, flowing,tasting, smelling,feeling, hearing,waves of the seacrashing, salty, wet,transporting me—Inner peace.
Your hands
draw music from
the mute.
Whimpers and near
silent prayers,
murmurs from
below bubble and spill.
Waves crash
and the melody
swells from a
once silent body.
Let the words flow
Like the tides of the ocean
Sometimes it ebbs
Other times it flows
Still, a beautiful work
This is what poetry has taught me
Sometimes you're low
Other times you're high
Slight ting from crisping golden beams,
The mellow sway of palms rustles
There leaves chirping
Intrinsic in the forgotten hustle
The sounds left beyond the tides.
The oscillating sound
She is the voice who calms the waters within me. The voice who soothes the waves that are building up to that disastrous tsunami, ready to destroy anything or anyone in my path.
Confidently unthinking I walked into the shadows
I thought I was Lolita, hardly, really I was callow
In the midst of it all: Part 2
In the midst of what I’ve seen over the last few days
My mind can’t help but wander your way
Anything could happen at anytime
I cannot act, I cannot sing
But allow me to tell you what I bring
An artful imagery similar to that of a painting
Without the brush, no rush
