At Sea

Textured hills and valleys form

As each wave moves below no storm

The thrill to hold on or go with the flow

Exhilarating and beautiful is all I know

Above these waves, shadowed with tips of white

Clearly meant to be witnessed-by day or by night

As the moving waves roll far and deep

I long for the lull of a gently, swaying and peaceful sleep.

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