Writ & Whimsy

Across the sea, across the sky

where waves reach out to bathe the sun

and light reflected paves the path

for all the ships that go and come.

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The shadows roiling from beneath

suggest the forms in depths below

Whose solemn dances cross and crest

the currents as they ebb and flow.

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The pull of endless tide that hauls

The lost and found back to the shore

And wears away the rocky banks

To sands of time and mystic lore.

© Writ & Whimsy 2023