Beaches

Surf and sand for miles and miles

In harmony with endless seas of

Myth and monsters rolling, riding

Through a world of mysteries.

 

A distant storm- of firebolt born- 

Tempts the Fates as they conspire

To offer up the perfect blend of

Earth and water, wind and fire.

 

And none of this can touch me now

As gravity surrounds somehow

But shields me as it penetrates

And begs to lift me on its bough.

 

The waxing moon and stars surmise

That rapture dwells within my eyes

And bid me leave to sweet repose

Far from the reach of mortal lies.

 

And I could bide til dawn awakes

Ne’er to dwell on sad mistakes.

To spend the coming days enlightened

By the wisdom in your wake.

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