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Poem of the Day for 10/28/20 Waiting by the sea by Mae D Morey I stand on the cliffs of black rock, staring out at the horizon, at the edge of the sea's beyond, where blue meets blue and sea meets sky. but I stand on land waiting though i cant recall quite why. below, the ocean crashes hard against the edge of earth stone of black tears foam of white from the suicidal sea's brow as the sea rushes towards the jagged rocks below but I stand on land waiting though i cant recall quite why above me flies a crying bird, who shrieks then soars out across the depths reaching some point high and distant beyond the rocks now a speck, it stops and dives into the sea, then rises quickly again into the air but I stand on land waiting though i cant recall quite why the sun behind the scope of clouds breaks out a ray once or twice the sky overcast with gray and the wind from the sea carries the scent of salt and kelp, and damp sand from teh black rocks far below but I stand on land waiting though i cant recall quite why my feet are bare and the grass coarse and sharp enough to cut the soles. grit and grass, I walk on both they are smooth as silk to me but I stand on land waiting though i cant recall quite why from teh distance I can hear a melody, haunting and sweet carried upont the wings of wind and echoed by the memory of sky and I am moved to tears by a triggered memory of forgotten days and memories of days on the sea but I stand on land waiting though i cant recall quite why As the bagpipes haunt the hills, I hear their song and spirits of the past seem almost real, as my memory is stirred, and the ghosts begn to find me again but I stand on land waiting though i cant recall quite why I stare out at the sea remembering someone lost, long ago, and hope seems almost to have flown from me, as the bird flew out above the sea but I stand on land waiting though i cant recall quite why I cant recall quite why though i stand here on the cliffs stare out to the sea fighting down the urge to cry searching, searching, searching, though I know i will never see but I stand on land waiting still though i cant recall quite why. It has been years now taht ive come here to the high black cliffs, with the gulls and hawks, and the sea for company. and the call of the pipes still echos and haunts my thoughs but I stand on land waiting though i cant recall quite why the rocks are jagged, sharp as knives and the sea seems almost to call my name, but I wait, and I search the horizon, stare to the point where blue meets blue seeking clouds that skim that point! seeking sails of a ship returning bringing with it that which once mad my heart sing bringing back the one lost so long I would fly to that ship were i a gull but I stand on land waiting though i cant recall quite why. no i cant recall why except all the waters of Earth call my name with his voice and the cliffs stand high above the ever running sea, bearing silent vigil, as do I at times despair wrings at me with an iron fist and I have thought at times of dashing myself upon the rocks but surely then I shall never see clouds of cloth at the point where blue meets blue but I stand on land waiting though i cant recall quite why the sea though, tells me wait, with his voice. The pipes sing mournfully, a song I so love to hear, as it fills my soul, I gaze across the waves, to the place where blue meets blue sea meets sky and on the tip of horizon I gasp! For there, oh hope I dream not! There, on the ege of the world are sails, clouds of cloth filled with air and my heart soars, but I stand on land waiting though I cant recall quite why. It drifts towards shore that grand fine ship with sails like clouds and prow to point the way to where I stand in hope and joy I weep and cry and the sea with his voice whispers "I am near" I should go to the docks to meet him but I stand on the cliffs waiting though I cant recall quite why. The ship has found harbor, safely beyond the rocks below and the town beyond the hill greets the sailors with a joyous cheer I wait here still I stand on land waiting though i cant recall quite why beyond the hill the haunting song of the bagpipes grows silent and voices grow loud in greeting but I stand on land waiting though I cant recall quite why I stand on land I wait no more I do not recall why I merely know It is time that I leave this land, For I should wait no more. 12/22/2009 Visit Mae D Morey's Library Waiting by the sea Copyright © 2020

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