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gentle Waves on Winter's pale cold Sea.
a touch of Fleece on Skin, akin a Breeze.
the sad frigid Depths envelope all of Me.
now not sad, but calming, whispering, as I freeze.
"sleep, for now Your dreams are peace"
                    Peggy's Cove
a sudden Foam spills into many tongues
and fills breathless lungs
with lady Mer's blessed kiss

Terra's bones spread Zephyr's hark
a Soul God-filled by bony bulwark
and Mer can give ye no loss

Mer surges against the bones in lover's rythm
as a Soul devours the Eye's provisions
gifts of cacophonic wonders osmose
Drowning
the Ocean had begged Me to come
I'm blinded by shock from the Cold
my Feet flinch in pain then go numb

It seems I've become like a Boulder
which sinks out of sight in an ocean
to Void that awaits those much older

I then heard a Voice from the past
the Night that was dark is now Bright
and now I descend oh so fast
All poems Copyright R. S. Moore, 2000
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