She's quiet tonight
on my trek back Home
Quiet and Still
as Death
Smooth as Glass
and Deep as my Soul
She calms me yet makes it easy
To afford my Tears
If I could simply Touch beyond her surface
And mark her Quiet with a Ripple
of Love
Someone across the Water
Could breathe life into a Sail
and Embark on the Journey
That would change all that they ever
Knew,
and Believed about their Wondrous existence.
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