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  • PROOF OF EXISTENCE
  • STATEMENT OF INTENT
  • OUTREACH

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Oceans Between

4/3/2018

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it's a story that has been told so many times before
and while the tale is told the same each time
it never fails to pull at every heart string
it will always bring those with similar experiences to their knees
and thus the narrator begins:
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there are oceans between us, darling, oceans
but nightly I look out from the harbor
of the lonely seaside town I've built with bare hands
watching the lighthouse rotate in the starlight 
calling out to the ocean to guide you back
should you wish to return
and while the palm trees sway with the wind
and the moon above illuminates my path
through the cold, saturated sand
I'll stand out in the water all night in high hope
that tonight will be the night
but I say that every night
and as the sun dyes the horizon
all manners of lucidly-present pastel
my green island crescent is once again returned to life
and the day beings anew
the lighthouse rests
and thus I return home to complete the day's work
with each days improvement
my mind is settled
through work, I am relieved of idle thought
idle thought of you
and through action I am spared
but only while I chase the sun
for when it sleeps 
it all comes rushing back with the moon and tide
the memory of you comes rushing back every time
and this night, like every other night
I wade out into the guidance of the harbor
the trees upon the hills in narrow direction toward open water
and with the northern star above
everything points towards you
each night I wade out further
the water rises higher and higher with each step
the sand shifting below only aiding the descent
but when I've gone deeper than the night before
I cease, and wait
I wait all night long in high hope
that tonight will be the night
but I know how this will end
I've always known how it will end
because each day, you never grow closer to me
but I with every step I grow closer to you
with every inch of water by which I descend
is another inch closer to being with you again
and on the day when the water rises above my head
I'll wait for you to come back
I'll wait all night for you to come back
there are oceans between us, darling, oceans
you below and me above
but now we can be together again
I'm coming down to get you
1 Comment
Saya
4/3/2018 10:24:47 pm

Fascinating

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