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Jul 2010
As the tide pulses my hands tremble
while the waves crash against your feet
an angel of the Pacific Shoreline
pacing with the true radiance of life.
The sunset is perfect turning your figure to silhouette
and letting the stars peek to catch a glimpse -
of the beauty that rests beside the sea.

My heart beats faster and harder
with every step you take towards me
as the vibrant storm of you drags me farther
from the human that I used to be.

No wind to catch my tattered sail
when I lean against the breeze
just all the racing thoughts of us
then--now - - tomorrow
and maybe forever if you'll let me love you -
until I'm dead and gone away
to become your angel of the sea.

My heart beats slower and softer
with every breath you take from me
as the lull of your storm makes it harder
for me to finally fade into the breeze.
Written September 2, 2009- From Through Our Hands We Speak From The Heart
Written by
James M Boyer
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