awaking my awaiting mind.
This day began too soon,
sooner than it should have.
My conscious thought goes
through ideas already thought of.
Stories, scenes, and situations
that remain only in my reality.
★
A lune call echoes through the air
it signals a message no human
understand but finds the sound beautiful.
For a loon call inspires
music that has been heard
poems that have been written.
It's sound is like no other
a song no voice can sing.
★
The waves wrinkled
the sand beneath the sea.
It felt like grooves constantly shaping
itself underneath my sandy feet.
Afternoon clouds roll over the water
as I hide beneath a striped towel.
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