#909964 added April 27, 2017 at 11:36am Restrictions: None
By the Ocean
where the ocean’s affection
is with the winds, you tiptoe,
shoes in hand, at water’s edge
on glittering sand stretching out
for miles, and you relish
the waves’ gift to your toes,
akin to white-winged lions
of foam sailing from Atlantis
or your botched up past
with failed dreams,
still, the memory is sweet
where the sea breaks at shore line
as far as eyes can reach
and time turns liquid
in translucent blues
to define indistinct edifices,
where you played catch
among periwinkles and whelks,
now you feel abruptly aware
of mythical days when
you clipped your own wings
with random apathy,
no matter that you wanted more
but was scared to say.
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