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Carry me to my purpose

I feel like a ship at low tide.

Marooned. The wind my blow but it cannot take me.

So like thr ship I wait.

Wait for the water to carry me so the wind can push me. 

When this happens my only limits will be where the wind can take me and the water will carry me.

Only on that day, like the ship an i fulfill my purpose, only on that day can I be fulfilled. 

Simon đŸ™‚

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Torrents of memories 

I stand absorbed by the falling water. Like moments in time they coomr and go so fast. Lost to the pool below, mixed together in an inseparable mix. 

Yet my pool of thoughts can be separated, in mixed from the rest to bring g back moments in a drop, feelings lost to be rediscovered. 

Soon I’m lost to every falling drop, memories crash over me in a crescendo and the moments lost in the torrent until I can feel them again. 

Simon ☺

Wishing upon a shooting star

If I sit outside tonight and stare hard. Will a shooting star pass by and give me that bit of hope?

If I make a wish upon that star will it hear my cry in the dark? Will it know what to do and grant me hope for simple happiness, nothing complex, or mad or extravagant. Just a simple plea to life to stop it relentless charge and let me gather my strength with some time and happiness.

Ill ask it nicely, with a cherry on top if it likes. But will it know to hear and will it listen?

I guess I just have to seek and ask if it comes my way… then hope.

Si

On calm waters

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I close my eyes and dare to imagine

Letting the chaos of the day melt away

Imagining a boat on a sea far away

The cool and quiet of the setting sun and the wind so gentle filling our sails on reach.

The lapping water, the sails waving gently with creaking timbers the only disturbance.

Where is this life now, what point is the chaos without this to rest my weary soul?

Simon đŸ™‚