Olympic Coast, Washington, USA

Old are the waves that
lick the shore with silver tongues,
yearning are the beaches of
my soul here in
perfect sync with the heavens - all
is right, is all right, huge white
curtain of sky and

over the
ample ground and
steady teal of the

and here,
something has
in glorious memory of
nothing so important,
gaining momentum, always
this great weight of spirit
on me, upon me as I dance
next to me as I sing.

Olympic Coast, Washington, USA.

The End

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