Ocean
Sitting by the ocean�s side,
Looking deep into the night,
The mind escapes and flees the hide,
Freeing the spirit in its flight.
Under the mighty ocean�s power,
Surrounded by its Godlike awe,
A lone man sits, hour �pon hour,
Swept away by the rushing roar.
Oh the thunder, thunder, thunder,
Of heart aching with dreams,
Imagination is torn out from under,
Drowning reality�s maddening screams.
- Arlene
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