I long for the open sea while gentle
waves call to me in my sleep
Dreams of fresh air and a boundless horizon
Though no words ride the clean night
air, I hear her song and know her voice.
Stand I here at waters' edge while the moon bids
her rise to greet me
To embrace her as she beckons me to follow
To become one with her, or perish in the
striving
Grounded, here I stand in the dry shifting sand
Afraid to plunge into the depths, I am
rooted…captive
Denying myself passage to that distant horizon
O
happy tide, would that I were as free as thee
~ Christopher Thor Britt
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