Sailors
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Past the breakers where the beacon shines
from the light house near the shore,
some can hear the sounds of the long, lost souls
who have gone this way before.
Many a seasoned sailor used to lose his grip
You are the ones,
Who defend.
You are the ones,
Who protect.
Be honored,
Young or old.
No matter what war,
For you, we respect.
A journey with possibilities as endless as the waters of the sea.
W e are all sailors, and
E ver since birth, each of us have set
S ail on this boundless voyage, this beautiful exploration.
When you see a word, scrawled on a line.
Does it ground your thoughts,
Like on anchor
Deep in the sea?
Does your mind roil,
Like a storm that grew up,
All alone,
Abandoned by its parents?
I watch her shimmer and dance from the shoreline
While the sunset adorns her in gold
she’s calling so sweetly, my Aquamarine
For our friendship is many years old
I can still hear his voice, lost over the rush of the waves.
When really
It was a fan, stirring up the sticky heat
that sat
as still as I did.
