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| august 7 |
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the sea...
my love, my lover
I am spellbound, gazing
out, over you
captivated
by the grace
of your tides...
ohh, how they seem
to rise and fall
without any destination
or intention
or reason
than to
simply
rise
and
fall...
xoxo,
gee
| august 6 |
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welcome home...
with each breath,
I pray for clarity
turning
from the illusion,
I surrender
I am embraced
by the silent whisper,
"welcome home..."
xoxo,
gee
| august 1 |
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breathless
struggling
to get my bearings
to stand
in the enormous,
overpowering surf
tossing and tumbling,
wave upon wave,
a pocket of air
here
there
just enough
to keep this going,
to keep this struggle
alive
too much
too much to carry
too much to maintain
too much to want
to continue
I am done
finished
with the game
with the drama
with the experience
and so
I now let go
of the struggle
there,
here, in the
pounding surf
I let go
of it all and
allow it
to take me
now
going under
going under
going under
cradled
by the tides
ohh, my love
I close my eyes and
drift as you
carry me away
to your calm waters,
to where you
have been
waiting
for me
all along
xoxo,
gee
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