Issue: "wondering where"
sea maidens
conjured
out of mist
hover, then rise
into dawn's
golden embrace
recurring dream . . .
I am falling
like slow-motion rain
you reach for me
but I slip away,
eyes wet with wonder
A Cherita Lighthouse Award
we have journeyed
so far away
from our intentions
let us ship oars
for a moment
and simply, drift
A Cherita Lighthouse Award
summer's end
we dangle memories
over the dock's edge
this weathered wood
etched with secrets
and lies
A Cherita Lighthouse Award
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