Once so full
of something I felt but as the tide follows Her so moves the waves I can search the stars for all I find but only at dawn will I finally see The Light spills across the horizon and stretches beyond my mind swallowing the glimmer of the old navigator’s map The blackness of the sea turns to shades of blue-green and the sand glows like the sun rising from the mist Each day a new beginning each night a new adventure between the birthing dawn and the dying dusk Never anything like the cleansing breath of ocean-air in your lungs
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AuthorCynthia Botsko is an author of poetry, metaphysics, and channeled wisdom for the empowerment and upliftment of humanity. This blog posts weekly. To receive notice of new posts, sign-up for the newsletter.
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