The tree that grows roots in the sky

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Another poem

The Wave 

Inspiration
In the truest form.
Something in the mist.
On the edge of existing.
The Movement of the water over the sand.
Graceful in it’s quiet, calm, rhythmic, breath.

Pen to Page
Feasible and tangible
on the tip of your tongue
The feeling remains but the words won’t come
Choppy and uncertain. Tensing then relaxing. Belief then unbelief
The vastness of the sea, building, taking shape.

Furious Transposing
The reason and the rhymne are one
The time has come to pass
He whispers as he walks the way, “No one wave is the last”
The Wave, white capped and fierce crashes against the cliffs
Dread fills my heart as the tide comes in, it’s song my spirits lift

Still
The calm must come to carry on, the cadence of the deeps
I find rest, and am challenged by the secrets that they keep
If truly this is the first of many enigmatic waves
I pray that I might be all caught up and in the beauteous torrent be found safe.

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