It is the waters edge
that calls to me by my name
it knows of my hopes
my wishes.....my dreams
It is where my mind is quiet
enough to hear my own thoughts
it is where not only the sunlight
but I too can reflect
I find my solace there
and my spirit is free
to dance upon the current
to the sounds of the water
It is where I remember
to listen to my heart
and where I can rediscover
all that is dear to me.
kmh 2006
Monday, March 13, 2006
The Waters Edge
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Wow. Just lovely. ;) C. http://journals.aol.com/gdireneoe/thedailies
Very Very Beautiful..............
Beautiful.....as usual !
h
Lovely entry~
That is good. A good reminder to stop and listen to ourself. Thank you for sharing.
h
Ah, that could be one of those inspirational posters. I love the melancholy tone of your poem.
Love, love, love that....
Nancy
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