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where dreams wash ashore
by Mary Ellen Smith
right here.
here, where the sand is stirred.
where foam dissolves into little puddles.
its here.
this is where I dig my toes into the worlds edge
and take that dizzying ride
that carries me away for a moment
to lands far away.
and clouds too high to touch.
its here.
where dreams wash ashore.
and all of the wishes
kissed into star filled night skies
fall to the sea.
all wash ashore sooner or later.
here or there.
I can feel some of them
right now
under my toes.
06/29/2004 Posted on 06/29/2004
Copyright © 2025 Mary Ellen Smith
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 06/29/04 at 05:09 PM Warm positive message throughout this Mary Ellen. As a life long cloud watcher I especially like this line: and clouds too high too touch. Thanks for making my day! :o) |
| Posted by Scott Cadence on 06/30/04 at 07:04 PM Oh... the introspection - I love it. :) |
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