Waves stumble into their selfs, with heavy hearts,
The salt in their tears foams up like soap,
And scenery is made in this way
Winds, untameable, like the locks of my hair
Rush past and between to carry the birds up into airspace,
Sand then settles between my toes,
And I jump over the waves
Just as we did as children,
I keep count of my score
As we did of sheep, before sleep,
when we were still children
My jeans rolled up high enough,
Still get wet
The ocean demands me to be with it,
To sink into it like a muse to a passionate painter,
To return to it in the form of what we once were to it - children
A child of the sea
A bird of the winds
A muse to the waves
And to her I return
When age sweeps me off this shore,
It is to her that I return
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Once Upon A Time, Time Stopped
PoesíaDon't let your mind wander too far, for it will lose its selves - soul, thought and body. A soul that has lost its body is like a cat straying until it cannot pick up the familar scent of home anymore. It never returns, falling slave to a human God...
