Sea wears her waves like a heartache sign from a sting to a trickle to lack of control and moans
and groans from the belly of soul where love first and foremost was born.
Life currents moved in and tossed her adrift
from the path of original thought
and now she’s a travelling gypsy
with no place to call her own.
Sea pounds at the rocks with her fighting spirit
but this outward sign of “devil may care”
belies her need and desire
to be held like a babe in arms.
And all who come unto very real love
are babies within a new realm
but “tomorrow” more together than torn
the adult within will stand up again
on the ground of original thought!
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