arbitrary stuff that comes to mind: whenever I feel like thinking aloud

Monday, December 28, 2009

Sea and Land, Land and Sea

When I think it no longer matters,
when I think that the sea has finally swept our footprints from the beach,
it all returns: a tide stronger and deeper than ever.
then I remember, and know that nothing has changed.
Memories are not footprints: I was the beach: you are the ocean.
You go where you will.

But whatever other shore you wash up on,
a part of you always washes up on me, cleans my thoughts, and sets me free.


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