Entering the Fog the moon light dense to see
Crashing waves in the magical distance to far to see
walking out to wade out as the water rushs in and starts to raise
Salty water running against my legs
Thicker the fog moves in quicker
In the sand my feet sink in
Shifting ground and rolling waves drag my troubles out and away
Salt air and icy water so cold it no longer bothers
I feel the draw of the ocean
In this singular moment I am free
In this on evening I am but a breeze and I soar free.
One is silence and birth
Two is harmony
Three is melody
Four is discord
Five is a family
and six is is the last walk you'll ever be carried to and from
Love is but a concept
Emotions are but the tools
In feeling we utilize the tools of emotion
to live within the conceptional bliss of love
one needs only to pick up the right tool
COMMENTS
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VAMPIREBLONDEE
00:46 Oct 18 2009
Beautifull