Life's Shores
Perpetually persistent, the sea will polish
its ragged rim - stone, no greater foe
than bone or shell, time makes all the same,
all to sand and then to dust.
My mind, intoxicated by horizon's edge,
a visual vixen, while the surf beguiles -
pulsing hypnotically.
A love, a passion that can never be owned,
always shared, and happily.
Space where predetermined fates become
infinitely miscible with all that has been -
all that will be. Here, where life
crept from water's womb,
I'm beckoned again and again
to revel on its shores.
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