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Here Not

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It is late.

The falling moonlight has gone to my

Heart.

The wine has gone to my 

Head.

No fault but mine.

I lick the salt on my lips which 

The air has placed there; sea spray.

Another night on the

Italian coast.
The waves lap at my feet as I

Sit here on the rocks.

It is not my fault,
This calling.

Primal.

Always calling.

My mind does not comprehend

So I close my eyes and listen.

Tears on the back of my hand.

Joy.

Solitude.
And I fight my longing desire to stay.

My very atoms scattering in the wind.

The deepness of me,

Soul fathoms spinning.

Grabbing.

Pulling.

I am here yet I have never been here.

Everywhere lingers in my hair.

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Old Riverbed

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Walking the old river bed,

How often has the course changed?

How often the boulders

Worn to rocks

Worn to pebbles

Worn to dust?

The river carries them on,

Shape shifting.

How often the roots of mighty trees exposed,

How often

They held on until

Nothing left for them to grasp,

They succumb to the way

And float on?

How often no man stands to witness the

Sound

Of the fall?

All

Become one

With the river

Eventually

Returning

To the sea.

Old riverbeds remain and regrow from tiny

Seed to become mighty trees

They return

In time forgetting the river.

Always Held

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I have been the waves that carried you home

When you were lost at sea.

I was the the rain that fell upon your

Weary head

And

Quenched your thirst.

I have been the desert that left you dry and helplessly

Crawling;

The oasis in the sand.

I was the sky that held you up so long ago

And the stars you have wished upon.

But

In this life;

I am the arms that hold you.

Yes,

My heart has always held you.