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Little Waves

by Daniel Peterson

Rita Renee, the smile upon your face
lit the table like a candle,
though the rain would wash away.
Hours upon hours,
look into the burning wax,
casting wave after wave
as they crest and then they crash...

And they take their time
because they don't know
where they're coming from.
Yeah, and they don't know
if they'll make it home.
But I've a faith that some day
those little waves
will somehow reach the shore.

Line after line
that you're seein' but you don't read,
turnin' page after page
'til you gently fall asleep.
And you dream, oh you dream;
do you ever dream of me?
I hope so...

And they take their time
because they don't know
where they're coming from.
Yeah, and they don't know
if they'll make it home.
But I've a faith that some day
those little waves
will somehow reach the shore.

02/09/2006

Author's Note: Click here to listen.

Posted on 02/10/2006
Copyright © 2024 Daniel Peterson

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 02/10/06 at 07:24 AM

I read, and listened. I like it very much. Passion and sincerity. Nice stuff, here. Thanks.

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