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I came to the shore to see what it might teach me.
The smell of sea air weaving salt in my hair.
Sunshine tattooing skin.
A ocean laying down her rhythm.
Speaking an ancient lunar language.
Summer's beach colors: aquas and blues.
Flecked bone-white seashells.
Delicate hot silky sand.
Diving beneath the water just to listen to the hush of a slow moving wave.
Where the world is mute and calm.
And I can let the ocean hold my sadness;
float in grief till lungs are close to bursting.
Then rise gasping for breath in a place where sea meets the sky.
Heart beating fast, love's memory waits for you.
©Donna H.
May 9, 2023
The smell of sea air weaving salt in my hair.
Sunshine tattooing skin.
A ocean laying down her rhythm.
Speaking an ancient lunar language.
Summer's beach colors: aquas and blues.
Flecked bone-white seashells.
Delicate hot silky sand.
Diving beneath the water just to listen to the hush of a slow moving wave.
Where the world is mute and calm.
And I can let the ocean hold my sadness;
float in grief till lungs are close to bursting.
Then rise gasping for breath in a place where sea meets the sky.
Heart beating fast, love's memory waits for you.
©Donna H.
May 9, 2023
