emotion like the sea
not the water itself
but the movement
a breaking wave
or the gentlest ripple
impossible to capture
always the tide rolling
into a vacant heart
or pouring like Niagara
and since a child
I tread farther from shore
until the surge takes me
immersed in the ecstasy
Tuesday, June 29, 2010
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