Solid and Sacred Ground

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The sea was our vision

The dock: our solid ground

The sun and stars our guides.


We used to

  View the waves       That would         And lift us up

     As living things       Sweep us away     To greater

                                                                                     Heights

But as airplanes and years

Drove us from each other's arms

You forgot the sea


You grew far away

Seas of bodies were your vision

The narrow city streets became your solid ground.

The sun and stars are masked by smog.


And I am left alone, missing you

Imagining us as children


Looking out to the sea

Our bare feet standing on sacred ground

The sun and stars within our arms' reach.

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