Beautiful Shores

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Fly kites along the shore
           amid rocks and the salty air
picnic under the blinking stars
relax by a sycamore tree and
stand with friends though they stand
       no more I am the
               maiden of my imagination
     dive a thousand leagues
beneath the waves
and dine at eventide
by the light of the moon
side by side with nothing between
us but distant voices
        beautiful thoughts roar though
                       my beauty wilts
                       these playful
                       pleasures are all I have
she kissed me like war
the riddle of my life was a
bugle call because
experience made me poor
but I learned to trust God
          and now I feel fine
          I am no longer the Observer
          I have crossed the Ocean
David Holloway (c) 2015
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