Ocean's Edge

Cool winds blow at ocean's edge, calm surf on feet, light splashing
No where I'd rather be today, instead my head's a'crashing

Somewhere inside this mind lightening is flashing
No where to hide from the ocean's teeth gnashing

Tumultuous storm overhead hang black clouds
This blanket of darkness a silk shroud

Something curdles in the sky is an intensity in gray
reflecting earthly hardships in the form of old age

Thousands of miles away a harbor, I see light
Guiding me through the line, shining bright

Strong currents pushing me back toward shore
Back to the ocean's edge, the one I adore

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