An ocean stirs
inside me;

the wake grows
stronger

each night.
I see the moon rising—

waves dance
under her nightgown.

This ocean of mine breathes
life;

replenish and repeat;

it sustains
in harmony

an orb of wonder.
I am growing gravity;

I cultivate my coral
into ripples of a mind,

and my mind wanders
along possibility

and I feel Godly

08/23/2012

Posted on 08/23/2012
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