#poetry #writting #meditation #thought #thinking #sailing #sea
gentle the day
in only
in seconds out and burst
often noticed quite alert
this unquenchable thirst
in sight
glass wrinkled
reflection of image
refraction the direction
little noticed is age
ever present
a touch
sweet is the sun
warm and smooth a breeze
living to unfurl and run
along singing lines
so invisible
then the day begins
strong comes the wind
up meets the bride
mists and whispers
firmly standing
in the rolling embrace
rapture imbued and eyes closed
spraying kisses
making moist clothing
and the feel
wheeling each turn and digging
'til soft is the winds roar
gentle as a rose
pounding its own rhythm
music mine alone
the sail plays
a lullaby
'til the vibration stays
my soul
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