**skipping stones across the water
walking beside the ocean's daughter
listening to nature as she sings
taking in the rapture that living brings**
*Thoughts that she
cannot unthink;
a life that she
cannot unlive.*
**Dreams she has yet to live
and a soul full of fire
looking under every stone
seeking her heart's desire**
*Afraid to see whats underneath.
We stay to the surface
afraid of the ghostly deep,
for there are shipwrecks*
**What lurks beneath at fathoms deep
will not disturb a good nights sleep
for as long as we can stay afloat
courage shall be our own lifeboat**
*But skipping stones eventually fall
To depths they haven't ventured yet
but, that's when life begins to be lived
when we reach deeper depth*
**Skipping stones across my mind
like those lucid dreams we hope to find
but in the end we are not alone
having reached the shore with that lucky stone**
Happiness is a skipping stone
Dec 11, 2015
Dec 11, 2015 at 9:18 PM UTC
**skipping stones across the water
walking beside the ocean's daughter
listening to nature as she sings
taking in the rapture that living brings**
*Thoughts that she
cannot unthink;
a life that she
cannot unlive.*
**Dreams she has yet to live
and a soul full of fire
looking under every stone
seeking her heart's desire**
*Afraid to see whats underneath.
We stay to the surface
afraid of the ghostly deep,
for there are shipwrecks*
**What lurks beneath at fathoms deep
will not disturb a good nights sleep
for as long as we can stay afloat
courage shall be our own lifeboat**
*But skipping stones eventually fall
To depths they haven't ventured yet
but, that's when life begins to be lived
when we reach deeper depth*
**Skipping stones across my mind
like those lucid dreams we hope to find
but in the end we are not alone
having reached the shore with that lucky stone**
Happiness is a skipping stone
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