The waves seem endless
As I watch them on the beach,
How many shores have they reached
Before they wash ashore?
White caps in the distance
That will never touch land.
Stirred by the endless winds
That are friend or foe at times.
Sailors know their secrets,
As does the captain in a storm.
Many a ship has gone to the bottom-
One mighty wave and it was lost.
But as I lay and ponder,
The serenade of each wave.
I can hear the sailors voices
Who are part of the oceans lore.
We are the dreamers who listen,
As each tide ebbs and flows.
Our imagination is endless,
Much like the waves that touch the shore.
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or they capture our imagination. They bring
us peace and they bring us wonder. As many
have done by stuffing a note in a bottle to
see where the waves will carry off a part of
them to shores unknown.
I hear the waves from my bedroom window it
brings beautiful notes to my ears when I
lay down to sleep at night.
Just lovely George
"We are the dreamers who listen,
As each tide ebbs and flows.
Our imagination is endless,
Much like the waves that touch the shore."
This stanza says it perfectly
Love and Light
Lily
to You *George* much like the
gentleness of your poem....
Lady Vivian
God Bless You,
Deborah
I would love to hear this oceanic lull of your poem in person!
Your words take us there though...as I dream & float with the tide
Love & Blessings
Vickie
Ron
budd
as they come to the shore...
Deborah