Ocean

Canticle

She stood up, and I watched her hair gradually,

then suddenly,

slide down her shoulders and back like waves coming up to kiss the shore.

She turned to me and I met her with a smile.

She had a lighthouse in her eyes,

shining to guide the lost ships.

I always considered myself to be a sailor lost at sea,

and to me, she was home.

  • Author: Henry Canticle (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 4th, 2019 00:02
  • Comment from author about the poem: She wanted a poem, I said I would deliver. Feels nice.
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Goldfinch60

    Wonderful loving write.

    • Canticle

      Thank you!



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