Forte night of December

Many nights ago
Before the forte night of December
I recall a notion
I could almost taste the sea
And the breeze embraced my
presence in my quest to be free

It held me like glove
As the tides rolled in
An endless wave of love
halted my endless need to run
in my quest to be free

It can’t offer you anything you hadn’t already known,
In time you will realize a different kind of free
That comes from
A love affair with the sea


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