“The Sea and Emotion” by Bob Rich

The sun’s face looking downward with its wisdom – joy – and sorrow
The moon in contemplation at the days ahead tomorrow
Wars in hills and valleys and the tired thrash of swords
Friends in felt embraces that bring tender small rewards
Stormclouds drifting skyward pelting sails of naval gallies
Stray dogs finding shelter in the calm of darkened alleys
A man and woman smiling ‘neath the branches of a tree
A paper plane on fire gliding downward silently
A lighthouse piercing through the moonlit crashing of the waves
And sunlight in the dawn where misted forest softly sways.

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