03-10-98
the sea of life returns death to the living...
a warning ignored by many
the cry of each gull is a laughter unto the folly that is ours
rolling, boiling, you wash over me,
so many of you i see...
so cold, yet beckoning...
i cannot help but heed your call
your soft and welcoming voice calls to me to fall into your arms...
your tune is a promise of life, love, companionship
and, stumbling, i accept
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