Thursday, July 30, 2015

Ocean Tides

  The ocean seeks capture.

Living, breathing, pulsing. 
Catch me, if you can.
Wash away time.
Wash away sorrow.
Wash away, with me.
I seek the capture:
to hold time,
standstill.
To dance yet, as ocean tides set. 
  And as the ocean embraces the chasm, so too I.
Let's span the horizons of the world;
Dark to light, and back again.
From fathoms deep,
to open sky,
my soul is safe in oceans wide. 
Capture me, God of the ocean and God of the shore:

I arrive in order to see, and with eyes for seeing.

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