night tide near the ocean
invisible and yet my mind's eye
is clear as the half moon's shine
somehow the waves wink
at my interior telling me
what a fool
what a crazy broad
what a lunatic
night tide at my window
visible and so realistic
that in the half moon light
I am still me - not that dreamer
my exterior saying to me
what a nut
what a unwise softie
what a weirdo
Soon it shall be morn
with the sun or the rain
or the wind weasling
in and out between the wild
showing my soul
what life is
what love is
what dreams are
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