Waves along the shore come crashing.

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    Waves along the shore come crashing.

    Crashing waves along the shore

    Closed eyes listening to the perfect peace

    A voice echoing in my mind

    Never wanting to let go

     

    Someone’s heart talking to mine

    What should be made of this?

    Crashing waves along the shore

    Listening to the perfect peace

     

    Listening as if hearing

    Written words spoken from a page

    Realizing the voice was mine

    Closed eyes listening to the calming seas

     

    Crashing waves upon the shore

    Someone’s heart listening to mine

    Heart to heart

    Finding I’m no longer, alone

     

    Crashing waves along the shore

    Listening, hearing the word’s

    “I Love You”

     

    Listening to the calming seas

    Hand in hand

    Heart to heart

    Abandonment of all rational thought

     

    Listening to the voice

    In tears, hearing

    “I Love You Too”

     

     

     

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    ginga commented on Waves along the shore come crashing.

    11-01-2009

    isasal, A poignant and surreal experience. I like that the ocean waves are incorporated here. It gives this poem motion and sway. Splendid little love poem! ginga
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    jeanpnkldyg commented on Waves along the shore come crashing.

    10-28-2009

    "Abandonment of all rational thought" I love it! If only we could stay in that moment forever...
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    ISWASALWAYS

    10/28/2009

    A comfortable place to be, innocence as a child a simpler way of life. Thank you

    gogant commented on Waves along the shore come crashing.

    10-27-2009

    The quietness of the thundering waves can make one feel the love of one who is not there, but is, really....................................g
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    ISWASALWAYS

    10/28/2009

    Precisely understood as written, a metaphor the sounds of crashing waves to convey a voice of a tranquil peace.

    Poetry is finer and more philosophical than history; for poetry expresses the universal, and history only the particular.

    Aristotle (384 BC-322 BC) Greek philosopher.

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