Tuesday, 29 May 2012


Similarity spawns sentiments and
can also stir awake some stagnant thoughts
where fingertips long for the grit of sand
and ears salute the distant sound of boats.

A faint bell is chiming towards the coast
and my forgotten moments flock like clouds,
gathering at the point I miss the most,
pointing out loved faces among the crowds.

Sometimes my flock must endure stormy seas
and faces become lost within the blue
but I know they'll be guided by the breeze
back to the point where their radiance grew.

I will continue to let my ships roam
for I have faith they will find their way home.

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