I'd cross the sea
on Albatross wings
Flying like Icarus
I'd touch the Sun
Then Crash into the Sea
And stay there for a thousand years
Living in a sea shell on the Ocean Floor
I'd count time by Ocean rhymn
And whisper conversations to the Seahorse
When it is The Day to make amends
And account of all I've done
I'd point to the counting sand and say
My work has barely begun.
YMC 17th November 2010
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