Charmed Chaos

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“Hark, now hear the sailors cry, 

Smell the sea, and feel the sky,

Let your soul & spirit fly, into the mystic. Into the Mystic” 
― Van Morrison, Lit Up Inside: Selected Lyrics

I long to be next to the sea
as autumn breeze whispers through trees
and shadows dance with falling leaves

I long to breath the salty air
with toes in sand going nowhere
as shore birds take flight, soaring free

I long to feel crisp chill of fall
wrapped tight in my blue tattered shawl
while listening to precious peace

I long to dream with windows wide
covered head to toe, here I’ll hide
in your arms where no one can see

dVerse Poets Pub: Poetry Form: Zéjel

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