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Waiting in my memory
Its gentle waves are calling me
For I was cut from eroding shore
To oceans edge for evermore

Never a sight had crossed my eyes
So vast a nexus, land and sky
and sea. Transfixed so there I stood
In briny sand and drifting wood

While still, each visage yet untamed,
Each piece of wood, not one the same.
To touch them all, I sought to soothe
With salted kisses, lay them smooth

There among the writhing forms
I walked barefoot and weather worn
While each piece begged my presence stay,
Another hurried me on my way

What could quench this thirsting gaze,
Lo, is all for destination’s sake?
I beg for but a moment longer,
for all these twisting paths to ponder

I too am driftwood on the beach
A wilting flower within your reach
One day You’ll have me by Your side
and unbury my waiting rings of time.
Thanks for reminders Will (W L Winter) - one of my favorite poets here.
Tatiana Romanoff Jun 2015
I shake the last shoe off my foot
The old worn sandal of the past
Who knows how long the journey was
How long these shoes would last

My bare feet that known no rest
They're scorched by sun and kissed by wind
They have become forever strong
And made the journey to the end

How soft the sand’s caress indeed
How soon the ocean heals the wounds
The tattered clothes drop piece by piece
To make the space for claws and wings

I spread my wings so broad on high
The strong wind whistles through my palms
I dive into the ocean’s mouth
With trail of pain and old worn shoes
Forever left behind
Tatiana Romanoff Jun 2015
Leaves of elderly oaks
Sing tunes in a breeze
Thirsty gulps of the water
swallow fish leaping into the blue
Soft embrace of this sky
Is as warm as a mother's love
And clear as the dreams dreamt between me and you

While we're watching the leaves
Drifting into a place
Where the waves and the sky
Play the harp of a heart pinching color
We wish for a boat
With the strangest desire
Of drifting away to the opposite side of the earth

Come you, hither, and stay
Take my wing in your hand
I will follow my sight
Through the curves of your beautiful hair
And we'll peacefully dive
To the reef of existence
And forever remain as foam on top of a wave

— The End —