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Ocean Mists
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The Rushing Stream of Desires
Waves of ocean mists
dancing in my hair
Astral lovers afloat
I'm not anywhere
A song is playing
I find I don't care.
Gold stars in the skies
firelight over my head
The war is all but over
(or so I've read)
While I sat and smoked
and played at being dead.
Eons of timeless sand
cascading down on me
So I drift endlessly
into innumerable seas
And the astral dancers
mean nothing to me
The world is big, there are
The world is big, there are many artists whose identity we never see , but we feel their talents. You are such an artist, I am not a teacher, nor a professional or published poet. Doing crits is not my strength more a weakness. I have no letters to qualify me to so. That is why I stay back and not comment too often. I do like poetry that encourages critical thinking and participation of the audience.
I am of the opinion that you sir have much to offer your readers.
peace
Dylan
"One of the best results of life, is the torment of love"
Dylan Eliot
This is powerfully written
This is powerfully written
Vive le Quebec libre!
Ocean Mists
A poem full of thoughts....a great write.