I have a song in my head of waves

tumbling to the shore, a millennial

artwork, building, rising and then breaking

down, only to slide back and rebuild once more.


The crystal topped crests sparkle under a

bright sun, swirling with bejeweled delight,

while the moon paints them with silver.


It’s where I can hide in the open,

oblivious to those nearby. A place

always more than it ever was.


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