Saturday, August 4, 2012

Drift wood

Drift woods marks this shore line
Near the foot of this old bridge
The place I come to and think
Each stroke of water on the shore
Filling me up
The steady caress I need
At times like these
Water kissing these stones
And over time, melting away
The most stubborn rock
As it patience alone
Can ear away the mightiest fortress
Or make a man like me into a hero
This place filled with hope
And the scent of green
This time of year,
Sunsets drawing closed the curtains of night
A kiss before I sleep
Stirring up in me forgotten
Passions I feel deep inside
Even as I rise again to go.

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