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Sea Mother
I go for solace,
to descry the infinity.
She dresses herself
in a myriad of robes,
glittering gold of balmy airs,
frothing whites of exhilaration
or rolling grey rumbles
defiant of murderous gales.
Below the surface,
where the liquid lull nourishes,
her heart pulses
ceaselessly.
I immerse myself
in her infinite embrace.
I forgive the salty assail,
forging persistent tendrils of memory.
Months later,
stranded on the shore,
I cling to the whispers past,
reluctant to suffer her icy clinch.
Still she comforts me,
feeds me,
celebrates and mourns with me.
She waits enduringly.
Her greatest gift is
a mirror, held patiently.
I gather kissed pebbles,
gaze at the spray of rejoicing.
I feel the pull to the deep,
wrapped around my core.
to descry the infinity.
She dresses herself
in a myriad of robes,
glittering gold of balmy airs,
frothing whites of exhilaration
or rolling grey rumbles
defiant of murderous gales.
Below the surface,
where the liquid lull nourishes,
her heart pulses
ceaselessly.
I immerse myself
in her infinite embrace.
I forgive the salty assail,
forging persistent tendrils of memory.
Months later,
stranded on the shore,
I cling to the whispers past,
reluctant to suffer her icy clinch.
Still she comforts me,
feeds me,
celebrates and mourns with me.
She waits enduringly.
Her greatest gift is
a mirror, held patiently.
I gather kissed pebbles,
gaze at the spray of rejoicing.
I feel the pull to the deep,
wrapped around my core.
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