Surf and sand for miles and miles
In harmony with
endless seas of
Myth and monsters
rolling, riding
Through a world of
mysteries.
A distant storm-
of firebolt born-
Tempts the Fates
as they conspire
To offer up the
perfect blend of
Earth and water,
wind and fire.
And none of this
can touch me now
As gravity
surrounds somehow
But shields me as
it penetrates
And begs to lift
me on its bough.
The waxing moon
and stars surmise
That rapture
dwells within my eyes
And bid me leave to
sweet repose
Far from the reach
of mortal lies.
And I could bide
til dawn awakes
Ne’er to dwell on
sad mistakes.
To spend the
coming days enlightened
By the wisdom in
your wake.
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