Along and around but not over,
The warm ocean waves,
Not so deep so as ones feet,
Can touch the ground,
Far enough that ears close,
To fluid filling and removing,
Not quite in ones eyes,
But closed for fear of mist or more,
But relieved for no fear does realize,
For when the eyes open,
One sees only the warm Ocean waves,
That runs along, and around,
But not over.
By Ryan Anthony Gibson, Feb 3rd. 2010 Orange Book of Poems
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