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Expectant.

 

This huge expanse of ocean
Holds expectancy
Like a pregnant woman
Anticipating
The imminent birth
Of her first born child

Intense sunlight
Warms my bones
I think …
No! I feel
That this is meant for me

I am a dolphin
Floating over the swell
Diving into the starlight
Only to rise
With the moon

This liminal space
Between my land
And yours;
Transports me
With an undeserving
Grace

The wind blows north
In an attempt to take
The power from 
My sails 

He underestimates
My love for you!
Has he never felt
The power 
Of a mother’s love?

I have set my course;
A direct line
To your heart
Let him raise
His gales!

I will rage
Against him
With a source
So strong
He will whimper…

Back from whence
He came ~
I will leave him
In eternity
To contemplate
My name

Love ~
It has no boundaries
It’s just not something
That the wind 
Can tame!
C.K.23

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◄ St Julien.

Day’s End. ►

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John Botterill

Tue 4th Jul 2023 08:41

Beautiful poem, great message. Bon vacance, Clare. 😀

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