By Lisa Eramo
Let the waves wash over
my soul, let the sun ripen
my thoughts, let the salt surround
my scent, let the things of the ocean move
round me, let the wind sing me
to sleep, let the blues and greens
color me, let me dance to the sounds
of Earth twirling, let me be born
into the waters from which I came,
let me think of this moment
when the fleet of hope will find me
and carry me home.
Thursday, April 16, 2009
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1 comment:
Thank you for sharing this beautiful and touching poem with me. You are incredibly talented.
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