The gods ride the waves
On the backs of dolphin,
As I spy them from shore
Coming to me when I
Most need them,
Back then as well as now,
The same thoughts always
Running through my head
As I step into a dream scape
Each time I reach the sea,
The ghosts of the past
Lingering on the sand,
The way foam lingers
With the receding waves,
And I search the choppy
Surface of the sea
For signs from the all mighty.
Looking to distinguish
The rough surface from
The dark shapes,
Gods coming to me on their backs
When ever I plead for relief,
In good times or bad.
Coming up out of the depths
As if just for me.
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