5-16-17 You’ll Find Me Here
I am greeted today with a heavy longing
Something so vast and pure
I can see it trail off into the distance
The sea carries it off and brings it back
Crashing it against the shore
Eroding it and shaping it
Smoothing it
Eventually to be left on shore shaking hands with each grain of sand
Heavy longing
To be picked up by wandering hands
Watching the sky fall and rise from blue to pink
Wondering what other colors can fit in the cracks of the clouds
Once afraid of the sea
But now waiting to be washed through every crash
A longing to be pure again
Waiting to be shaped again
Into something new
•you'll find me here•
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