The Sound

the tune of the water still calls me
wrapping itself through Puget Sound
drawing me on with mysteries
lost past the starched white lighthouse

the sun burns low on the horizon
as memories and ghosts walk beside me
we make our way through the driftwood
and the shadows stretch out on the beach

I feel as if I have always been here
or perhaps this place has been a part of me
and I breathe in the scent to remember
where the shore dances on with the sea


Image by:  Bruce Sanford


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