Fly kites along the shore
amid rocks and the salty air
picnic under the blinking stars
relax by a sycamore tree and
stand with friends though they stand
no more
I am the
maiden of my imagination

dive a thousand leagues
beneath the waves
and dine at eventide
by the light of the moon
side by side with nothing between
us but distant voices
beautiful thoughts roar though
my beauty wilts
these playful
pleasures are all I have
she kissed me like war
the riddle of my life was a
bugle call because
experience made me poor
but I learned to trust God
and now I feel fine
I am no longer the Observer
I have crossed the Ocean

By: David Holloway

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