I want to witness him with his feet in the water, and pants cuffed to evade the tide. I want to see the foam slip over his exposed ankles. I want to see him experience the silent sound of rushing waves. I want to see the bottom of his feet grace different tinted stones. I want to see him there because when I think of him, images of the sunlight reflecting off the water come to mind. I don't live by the ocean, but that is where I am at home. Lately I've been following the beacon of a lighthouse because it's time I come home.
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Pondering
PoetryI write because emotion spills out of me. This is a collection of my poems and other writing. "My words are tiny pieces of me, each one specially woven just for you. And I will give, and give, and give, and give, until I am nothing and I become your...
