Tuesday, February 18, 2020



What if we could see
our presence ripple
Through the atmosphere
as a ship upon the sea

My ripples brushing against yours
warmth of your passing wave
Yet again ripples upon another
pass silently under pale light of a lover's moon

Wake merges with others
travelers plying seasonal trade winds
Spirit blows life into soul
sailing through life's salty brine

#highplainspoet, #westernnebraskathoughtsandlife
Spiritual, journey, love

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