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.
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