The Shore - Poem by Kewayne Wadley
The waves roll in from the tide,
Revealing the vastness of the sea.
Crashing against the shore.
Reflection could be seen.
Emerging from the foam left behind from the thought of you.
A constant pull and push of the stars above.
Bright bulbs of gas that twinkle in thought
The tide rolls away,
Sailing against the ocean as far as the eyes can go.
You are there.
Just above the horizon.
Rolling in the small ripples soon to crash forward into the shore.
Drawn by the stars that light the night sky.
Will you find me here.
Standing by the sea of emotional pull.
Shanghaied from the tide.
In wait to be rescued.
With open arms, I know not how to swim.
But am not afraid of drowning.
Standing along the shoreline waiting to be rescued.
I am not afraid of drowning.
Under the sky filled with flares
In wait of your thought.
Crashing against the shore
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