Listening to the waves

seventh wave

I sometimes seek a strange detachment

A pretence that I never knew you

Then the sea pounds through me

A racing pulse, sounding the

Deep scales of the breakers

Then you are there once more

The waves even dream the future

I realise that I miss you so

That I really fear to keep you

Flooding my heart all the time

But, of course, I then recall

The seascape is a source of joy

Where I can see your face before me

Smiling with those impish eyes

And know that pretence was in vain

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