Each thought I think of you.
We’re here beneath the sea.
A sea of dreams so blue.
We breathe the ocean breeze.
It seems so crystal clear.
How can this not be real?
I know it’s you that’s here.
This is my heart you feel.
This tree, it has a pain.
It’s wounded like my heart.
We stand here in the rain.
We leave but never part.
From sea to tree, how this?
All from a goddess kiss.
©2013 Stephen K. Pickering
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