Towards The Horizon Poem by Kewayne Wadley
Towards The Horizon
When the tide was high
I loved to hang over the edge.
Rising and falling.
The gap widening then closing.
No longer visible to shore.
I'd lean over.
The wind thumping me in the chest.
My lips peeled in joy.
Well conditioned hair.
My fingers lost in wave after wave.
The sails filled in a gust.
My fingers folded between the current.
I a stow away.
Finding my way to the helm.
My hand lost in a sea of hair.
Sailing towards the horizon
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4/25/2024 3:13:57 AM # 1.0.0.1119
lovely rhapsodic poetry and thanks for reading my MOMS SMILES..ALL SIRS...OF PH..HEAR And here.and only because of you ALL Sirs I and my poetry survive..but for you I'd be nowhere o poet''''''...