the tides of change are stirring gentle, but steady in a rhythm that remembers only you.
I know the quiet comforts you, the hush beneath your shell, where wounds breathe and no one asks too much. But the moon is rising tonight, the sea is calm, and both are whispering your name.
It's time-time to shed your armor—to let the universe see your face. Don't make me scrape you from the dark like barnacles off broken boats. Come out—not because you're forced, but because you’re free. Let the salt heal your scars—the sand cradle your steps.I will not let another harm you, nor will I let them shame you for needing time.
Just know—
I'm here and I miss your light. Even the stars have paused, hoping you'll glance up and say hello. No matter the years, no matter the miles—my love waits, unchanged. Eternal.
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The poems in this beautifully bound book are a result of over twenty years of observations. Observations of the world around us and on the telecommunications network. All of the hate, love, heroism, disasters, and those who help.
Beautif
Very creative poem.
Ron