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Watching the waves slide swish-quiet On silent, quiescent sand Listening to the never-ending murmur Of the sea My heart grows strong again. The salt on my cheeks mingles With the salty brine of tears - I run again in memory along the beaches The granite bulders hot on bare feet With sunbeam's sparkles The cooling waters curling ankle deep And the soft mud-squish like ancient shoes Between my toes, around my feet. I throw my arms up, wide and high, Fingers spreading, reaching, Reaching To catch at down-white feathers Of screeing gulls With black-tipped wings Beating near - Wheeling and swooping Diving and gliding Floating high on clear white-scented air To blend with white cottony floats In a blue-filled sky, pale and deep, Like dreams, never quite reached Yet felt within. |
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Feeling the sand gritty-soft and burning The whisper-silent stillness of the beach Beneath star-filled skies, Moon-speckled, glistening, Glowing waters -- The wind snatching at my heart beats, Soft caressing bare shoulders, shivered With its lover's kiss -- Brushing my lips with a cool light tenderness Curling pulsing arms around me Whispering -- "Courage Faith Hope." And I am comforted.  (Apr 21, 1983)
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