Surging...sensing the changes
of the moon tides. Drawn to
the night look, the moon glow.
Rising and falling of the sea
the sky and me.

I walk the earth path seeking...
to know the reason for being.
The night bird calls
a lonely cry, and my heart
swells with the moon tide.

Rushing and clashing
The sea calls, the bird answers,
the lonely sound fills me
with wonder and peace.
and as I walk I see...

The reason... the beauty,
the sound..of the bird, the sky
and the sea.
 Pulled inevitably into the lure
of the moon tide...

I finally see the real me,
the person I am, who seeks
nothing more than the
sound of the bird, the sky, the sea
and I am content.
Camomile/P. Anderson
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