some times
you just lock in
and there is the waves rolling in
words obsolete
only the sound
rhythmically running through your body and soul
and when i met her she was there, it was clear, her eyes so near
like coals burning
and my stories bounced out of me
like butterflies in a tropical storm
i got too excited
heads over heals
healing
nothing is expected but what is in it
getting it out
loud
or not so loud
hands in hand
locked in
and you wonder 'where have i been?'
it's good to go your own way
it's good to follow your whales
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