The Ocean is My Lover

beachThe ocean is my lover.

She knows and lifts me up!

 

There is a white, slim bird,

softly cradled

            in the back of the breeze,

bringing our waves to shore.

 

The ocean is my lover,

and I’m just a girl:   

I put my hands together and pray for peace.

In my pocket

are two half-coins,

taken from

my father’s house. (Which they say

are not mine.)

 

I watch for the moment.

I pray for peace.

 


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