Visions of the shimmering sea
Keep coming to me,
Waves reaching out beckoning me on.
While gulls circle close to the cliff top
That stand tall, into the blue.
Cirrus and nimbus scurry
Like soft downy pillows for the sun
To rest his head upon.
These visions of the sea
Are a balm to me.
Carrying me away
For an hour or a day.
© 2020 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.
Made of sticks and stones 
Beautiful, Frank. Hope you’re keeping well,
xox
eden
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Thank you Eden, hope you’re keeping well too.
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beautiful. i love it
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Thank you so much Ivy.
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Reblogged this on Made of sticks and stones and commented:
A poem of the sea, dreams and fantasy …
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Sounds like a temporary getaway that can, refuel you, so you can, get back on track again, we all need that, 3very now and then…
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