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quietwaters
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0 posted 2002-02-07 03:49 PM


On the Crest of a Wave

Often i wonder why I turn myself
into parched words inside a bottle,
wait for someone not thirsty enough
to cork me in and cast me out to sea...

Often I ask the wind why my life is so
short on time, but so long on desperation,
that I must flit from one heedless ear
to another, until I learn to emasculate

And accept sincerity in ever smaller doses...
That is until tomorrow comes,
when a breeze from seaward knocks
a lemon branch against my salt-sprayed

window pane - now an amalgam of glass and hope -
and wakes me up to thought-free running...
To a sand dune where I sit against
a sunbeam or two...

Perhaps to taste the quality
of my own abstract hungers...
or merely to watch for a corkhead bobbing
to my shore, on the crest of a wave....


© Copyright 2002 Ree Joy Baldonado - All Rights Reserved
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1 posted 2002-02-07 03:57 PM




(smiles) Sooooooooo wonderfully said, sweet friend, may all your dreams and desires come to you as messages in bottles and may you always find true happiness of sincerity and truth! (big hugggssssss) We all love you so much, sweet friend, this is wonderful! You have such a beautiful heart, sweet Ray, thank you for sharing!



May love and light always shine upon you!

Love,
Noah Eaton

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2 posted 2002-02-07 04:11 PM


"Often I ask the wind why my life is so
short on time, but so long on desperation,
that I must flit from one heedless ear
to another, until I learn to emasculate

And accept sincerity in ever smaller doses...
That is until tomorrow comes,
when a breeze from seaward knocks
a lemon branch against my salt-sprayed

window pane - now an amalgam of glass and hope -
and wakes me up to thought-free running...
To a sand dune where I sit against
a sunbeam or two..."

This is so completely amazing.
You have a great style!

quietwaters
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since 2002-02-04
Posts 30
delray beach, florida
3 posted 2002-02-07 04:27 PM


thank you very much SEA...

english is my second language, i am still
learning how to "sing" with it...

again, thanks!

ray

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