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The Encounter

The Encounter

 

Beholdeth I

To thee I cometh

Surging, building, growing

Onward moveth I towards thine shore

Beest thou mine confines

 

Through thee I must pass

Or upon thee I shall crash

 

Seeth thee I my love

As seeth I thee my love

 

Upon thee I must cometh

 

Seeth with thine eyes of stone mine final surge

Buildeth up mine tension

Closer, closer to thee I surge

 

Suspended I hang

 

Finally

 

Upon thee I foameth

Shattered and torn mine surge disappeareth

Sizzling salty juice beeth I

Dripeth mine remains from your form.

Formless and empty am I

Upon thee came mine final moment of glory

What wonderful release be this encounter

 

 

Now returneth must I to mine source

Slowly runneth I back through thine fingers

Towards the depths I must return

On to thine setting sun be I

 

There shall I strengthen once more

Newly surging, building, growing

 

To thee I shall inevitably return

Smashing and melting upon thee

In wave after wave of love

 

 

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