Ripples
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
20-040z
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Spiritual, journey, love
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