Dreaming Of The Sea Again

The same dream again. I see the sea so close by and yet… It remains so far away. Miles and miles I could trek and ever still would not find it. One day though, I will find my place beside the sea. That place where I intend to laugh and play and hear the gulls. To smell that sweet sea air. Peace, well deserved.

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Origami Heart

There abounds my heart,

fluttering, flying, floating down

and lightly alighting on the sand.

It looks as if a paper gull,

origami,

that ancient art.

A folded page in the shape of that

thing which beats beneath my breast.

So light and so airy,

held there by the breeze,

as if some old fairy.

No wishes to be wrought.

All I’ve got is what I brought.

Smell the salt and brine,

reminiscent of cheap wine.

Written there upon the page,

a memory perhaps,

or some old adage.

Can’t quite catch!

If only I could read it,

perhaps I could remember

how the world was lit.

If only for a little bit.