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 Apr 2017 Laci
Mike Hauser
The old become the new
The secret to the truth
With nothing left to lose

I want to see...

The questions that I have
After all is said
All be answered back

I want to see...

The hands being raised
Not just on special days
When promises are made

I want to see...

A moral compass in accord
Pointing straight due North
For all that it is worth

I want to see...

The flipping of the coin
In the early dawn
When heads the coin lands on

I want to see...

The plans being made
As tracks are being laid
To the worlds peace train

I want to see...

The love that's held within
Every woman, child, and man
Across this great land

I want to see...

Desires of my youth
In everything I do
Ripen in its fruit

I want to see...

Positive the change
Forever and a day
Until the shadows fade

I want to see...

All that I can see
In all that's meant to be
In every single need

I want to see...

From beginning to the end
And when we reach that bend
I want to see it all again
 Apr 2017 Laci
Mike Hauser
This I have heard when asked of her
Where in life do you feel safe
It's no surprise with a gleam in her eyes
She explains the ocean waves

Where the strength of Mother Ocean
Holds steady both her and the shore
Lapping at all of her worries
Until they are no more

Can't you understand, barefoot in the sand
Is where sanity is kept
With no hour glass watching time pass
As this moment keeps it held back

All of her inhibitions
Come here to let themselves loose
This is the place where she feels safe
Beside her ocean blue
Wrote  this for a good friend in England...she loves the ocean!
 Apr 2017 Laci
Katelyn Rew
Nothing
 Apr 2017 Laci
Katelyn Rew
I am nothing to you and you are nothing to me,
just two bodies of atoms swimming round in an endless sea.
 Apr 2017 Laci
Michael S Simpson
Yes
 Apr 2017 Laci
Michael S Simpson
Yes
you do have
eternity,
and yet,
you may not
always
have
me....so

come,
swim with me
beneath the sweet
summer moon,
sleep next to me
one lifetime,
be my playful
goddess,
lover,
friend,
here
in this
lake,
this forest,
this
now.
Thanks to my fridge magnet poetry muse, Mr. Ken Moore
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