This was inspired by our end-of-summer family beach trip on labor day. It says more than I could say with stories and memories, so I'll let it speak for me. Read it as a whisper and think of it as the dying summer speaking.
THE OCEAN'S PROMISE
SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSssssssssssshhhhhhhhhhhh...
I'll tell you the secret
Between the Ocean and me
While her waves pull us softly Out to Sea
SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSssssssshhhhhhhhhhh...
It's crucial you're silent
If you want to know why
There's no other place I'd have chosen to die
SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSsssssssssssshhhhhhhhh...
There's no sound beneath it
And therein lies the key
To understanding the promise 'tween the Ocean and we
SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSsssssssssssshhhhhhh...
If you're quiet you'll hear it
The Lady Moon's cry
Whose silver lips tell me never a lie
SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSsssssssssshhhhhhhh...
And you'll understand freedom
That comes without fee
The right to exist, the right simply to be
SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSssssssssssshhhhhhhh...
For now comes your answer
Have you figured out why
The Sea is the place I come to take my last sigh?
Pictures from: hickerphotos
1 comment:
Tears are streaming down my face... i miss the summer!! I wish I had been at the ocean with you. I spent Labor day laboring away at too many textbooks. :)
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