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Listening to the flap of the sails<br> | Listening to the flap of the sails<br> | ||
I find a poem awakening in me<br> | I find a poem awakening in me<br> | ||
The waves foaming at the boat's sides<br> | The waves foaming at the boat's sides<br> | ||
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While the waves dance under the sky<br> | While the waves dance under the sky<br> | ||
How I long never to see the shore<br> | How I long never to see the shore<br> | ||
The sea mist on my face and in my hair<br> | The sea mist on my face and in my hair<br> | ||
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With the wonderful smell of salt in the air<br> | With the wonderful smell of salt in the air<br> | ||
How many thoughts can the sea evoke?<br> | How many thoughts can the sea evoke?<br> | ||
It stretches on with what seems no bound<br> | It stretches on with what seems no bound<br> | ||
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Attracting me with their calls and sounds<br> | Attracting me with their calls and sounds<br> | ||
After this trip will I ever be the same?<br> | After this trip will I ever be the same?<br> | ||
A feeling of being so completely free<br> | A feeling of being so completely free<br> | ||
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Now all gulls' cries seem to be just for me<br> | Now all gulls' cries seem to be just for me<br> | ||
As I look forward to my rocking sleep<br> | As I look forward to my rocking sleep<br> | ||
The ship slows and the waves caress<br> | The ship slows and the waves caress<br> | ||
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The moon light on the wave crests<br> | The moon light on the wave crests<br> | ||
Now feeling of calm seems to infect<br> | Now feeling of calm seems to infect<br> | ||
Laying on the deck of the ship<br> | Laying on the deck of the ship<br> | ||
Revision as of 00:07, 29 April 2008
By Ashanar Sekor (Ash)
As I stand here, leaning on the rail
Looking over the deep blue sea
Listening to the flap of the sails
I find a poem awakening in me
The waves foaming at the boat's sides
And the blue rolling on forever more
While the waves dance under the sky
How I long never to see the shore
The sea mist on my face and in my hair
A strong wind blowing back my cloak
With the wonderful smell of salt in the air
How many thoughts can the sea evoke?
It stretches on with what seems no bound
With the curves of waves like a dame
Attracting me with their calls and sounds
After this trip will I ever be the same?
A feeling of being so completely free
Can there really be a colour blue this deep?
Now all gulls' cries seem to be just for me
As I look forward to my rocking sleep
The ship slows and the waves caress
As night falls and stars reflect
The moon light on the wave crests
Now feeling of calm seems to infect
Laying on the deck of the ship
Feeling the gentle sway of the sea
I must thank the friend that recommended this trip
And I wonder if next she would travel with me?