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THis Lonely Shore

She beckons to me
out of the ocean’s blue;
a siren’s call which
wafts on waves to my
ear as I slumber in my bed.

I find my feet buried in wet sand
up to my ankles as I stand at
the shore looking outward at the
dark horizon.

Not asleep, yet not awake.
Waiting…My mind in twilight

She calls to me every night
and comes to kiss me at the shore.

I can feel her ardor rise with
mine as we embrace and there is
no other time or place but this
small space on this lonely shore.

Why does she call me every night?
Is she alone in her wanderings and
wish a companion in the dark blue
below.

Why do the waves seem to lap higher
at my legs so?

Her smile is genuine and her eyes transfix me
to the core.
Her siren’s call is but one tool she use’s to try and
lure me from this shore.

My will is strong as hers.
We are a match for each
other’s passions, a give and take,
for our souls sake we struggle to
reach that balance.

So I see her every night
between slumber and awake,
and we share a little
time and space on this lonely shore.
Written by PhilipWardlow (Ravenprince)
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