A Poem by Wayne Peake

Swimming alone in an unknown sea
Waves of mystery wash over me.

A merciful undertow of forgetfulness flows
From the depths from the bottom drowning my woes.

The rythme of tides that flow from a lumious moon
Bless me and keep me and wash me up soon.

Let me once again stand upon white sacred shores
Where all wounds are healed and all still adored.

Run my feet in the sands of eternal bliss
Cool in the spray, a supernal mist.

© 2008 Wayne Peake

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A lovely poem. Thank you for sharing. Debileah

Posted 14 Years Ago

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Great poem of the sea shore; you know sometimes I have to come back to your readings to be able to appreciate them much more, methinks this is one ex. I love the shore, :) ----mishel

Posted 14 Years Ago

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Added on February 12, 2008
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Wayne Peake
Wayne Peake

pontiac, MI

Wayne Peake spent his early childhood in the small town of Trout Lake on the edge of the Hiawatha National Park. It was and is -- a beautiful place, surrounded by cedar swamp and dense forest. Moss gr.. more..


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