Portobello Waves

edincoastMy soul moves like the stormy sea
in tides of hope and sorrow
my feelings are the waves to be
washed on the shores on the morrow.

What is left in the sand of my life
is cleansed of hardship and vanity
is unburdened of mind and of strife
and left to the winds of profanity.

Floating vessels are toys of my mind
are shipping in the distance of question
the birds in the sky with their music so kind
give peace to my heart’s digression.

Music for this picture:Michele McLaughlin – The North Sea


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