Monday, February 9, 2009


Water way lazing West,
sun dappled golden, rippling quest.

Search for Ocean, fine the Sea.
Nothing to hinder what will be.

Gentle breeze carry gull cry.
White caps glisten, stretch out, die.

Soft roaring song, flat glare of light.
Fading colors, misting the night.

Inlet to share, treasure by the Sea...
I draw you close, into the heart of me.

Linda McGeary
(c) 7.1.93

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