Waves On Shore -
On impact it shakes the whole universe,
cleansing every self-created curse.
But first you have to look yourself dead in the eye,
and learn to not be afraid to die.
Then the radial ebony gate's will expand,
and we will know not to understand,
hearts interlaced, hand in hand.
We are beyond the imprints we left in the sand,
and when the waves come crashing from the bay,
We will be thankful we even had a chance to stay,
as others may remember the paths we tried to pave.
In this water there is no such thing as a grave.
The ocean can never die,
Neither will you, nor will I.
Now you can feel it,
Your really only magnet.
Whatever you dream,
will become your reality,
as it is and may seem.
Thoughts are beyond mentality.
Out stretching, out reaching,
forever etching, forever teaching.
So let them all go free,
And just play with me.
This next tomorrow can never be seen,
can we keep these hearts clean?
can we let it all go,
and watch it grow?
Let it all just go.
And a picture to fit the form and theme of the poem I found on google
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