WAVES OF MY SOUL

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    WAVES OF MY SOUL

    The waves are calling your name
    Pulling me closer to shore
    As the moon glistens on the waters so bright
    Your name speaks to me even more
    I hear you calling-calling me to you
    But I hesitate because I’m not sure what I should do
    Here I go jumping in feet first
    Wondering if this is right or a sign of my rebirth
    Is it him or is it me
    Maybe we just weren’t meant to be
    Friendship is all I wanted but the tides moved in
    Crashing on the sand saying this is no time to expand
    Floating on the waves ever so slight
    Giving me a sense of false security letting me know in the end it wasn’t right
    Floating to and fro with my heart in tow
    Giving you the benefit of the doubt just wanting you to know
    Is this real, were you real, and was it what it was suppose to be
    Feelings of confusion and non-understanding just mocking me
    Am I destined to ever reach land?
    Or is it here on this water I must try to stand
    I see land yet so far away
    With each wave telling me today is not the day
    Floating and thinking, thinking and floating
    Why has the water become home for me?
    The illusions of land seeming closer to thee
    Telling me I’m not ready to be boldly
    I’m yelling why, why, why, but nobody can hear me
    The softness of the waves speaking to me telling me that land is near for me
    All you have to do is see clearly, see what I see
    And then land will be home to thee
    Finally adhering to the soft spoken-ness of the waves
    I at last saw clearly that I always had it in me to see
    As I drifted closer to land before my feet touch the sand
    One last time the waves said to me in your life you must take a stand

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    When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

    John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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