The Flow

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Du Lac
Du Lac
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The stream of time
Called by the ebb and flow
Sirens of the sea sing
People grace our shores
Polished pebbles of their essence
Left behind
Immersed in sea foam
Rolling through the sands
Beckoning remembrance
Soul marrow

Love

Sorrow

Ecstasy

Contentment

Circling moons of our destiny

Full

Half

Crescent

New

Opening doors
Closing doors
Forever a timeline not ours
Sleep
Next to me
Near but far
Which door is ours?

Changes

You

Me

Both

Neither

Ringing laughter
Glides through my heart
Knocking on the wall
Erect between us
Slowly your soul
Leaks forth your nectar
A smile
Dancing laughter
Soulful eyes
That can not look in mine
Lento sun rising
Strong and warm
Potent and pure
Opening doors
Closing doors
No longer one
We crest on our shores
Leaving pebbles and foam
Scattered
Along our beaches
A memento
or a pearl in the making?

DLT © July 7 2004

Du Lac
Du Lac
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My Erotic TaleMy Erotic Taleover 19 years ago
a pearl in the making

a bond forged in the fires of will

an excellent play with words that

trailed along in a spectacular vision

that sparked hope in the end, love the

beach comparison and descriptions

awesome, witty and down right great poetry

sacksackover 19 years ago
kind of bittersweet....

Why can't the pearl be fully developed rather than just in the making? Kind of sad for me? Did you deliberately break cannot about three quarters through? I have never seen it written as can not before, that's pretty interesting!

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