morning run

Written in 2011

My nostrils are filled with life
With the fresh young scent of the dawn
Sailing on a sea of mist
Each breath heaving as the waves
Constant as the sound of the evening tide

A symphony of bone and sinew
Of flesh and blood
The dance of feet on pavement
Each step taught as a wind driven sail

Adrift on a sea of glass
Lost in silence and solitude
Hidden away from the noisy clamor of life
From the listless disquietude of berth

My body throbs with a longing for the sea
With a thirst for all that is she....
Careening o'er the waters with the momentum of my heart

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