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apachechief
Ireland
65 Posts |
 Posted - Aug 24 2009 : 4:31:41 PM
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When all of those years then,
as I sat alone, watching the sun’s
last light of day leave the ocean
bare and open to the night.
So many hollow feelings;
see the beauty, know it,
but unable to feel it.
I could not see myself as part
of this,
or understand the comfort of its calling.
I saw water, I saw night,
I saw the light reflected
through the dark window
of a new awakening,
but it was all outside of me.
Always I walked away,
thinking it was all as desperate still
as when I arrived.
But I didn’t listen, I didn’t see
that sometimes my pain would
speak to me in whispers,
soft as the falling night.
Because it is my mind that screams,
I couldn’t listen to my heart,
listen to my whispers,
and walk home through
the slow breath
of my own sea.
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Katrine
Norway
1813 Posts |
Posted - Aug 24 2009 : 6:00:56 PM
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Thank you Apache
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NagoyaSea
424 Posts |
Posted - Aug 25 2009 : 12:43:00 AM
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| Beautiful. Thank you for sharing this, Apache. |
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Sparkle
Ireland
1457 Posts |
Posted - Aug 25 2009 : 03:55:12 AM
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"and walk home through
the slow breath
of my own sea"
Feeling the silent beauty of this, thanks Apache |
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My own sea
