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I have called you from afar

I have called you from afar

I have called you from afar
Echoes across time and space
As I come to this
My final resting place

Granite and sea called me home
Dancing memories on turquoise sea foam
The pounded shoreline
Wiped clean of indiscretions twice daily
Yours and Mine.

Thoughts imprinted on granite and quartz
Recorded lines of history in the sunbaked rocks
Nature's clocks
Markers of time
Sentinels over the great Atlantic ocean

Only the wild and lonely are drawn here
To commune with the Gods
Painters, poets, musicians, writers
And other soul seekers

Viridian sea meets rocky shoreline
Denizens of the deep bathe on moon infused rocks
And always the sound of the ocean
Hypnotising all who come under her spell

The chosen few revel in this cauldron of ever bubbling thoughts
Making manifest dreams and melodies
Torn from the heart of the deep
Ideas born in sea washed sleep

I have called you from afar she said
To return to Me
Your mother, your home
Your land by the sea.
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Angel

Excellent poetry angel

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Ru T

Thanks for dropping by Angel. Much appreciated.

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