The breakwaters are emerging<\/p>\n
old father time will soon<\/p>\n
go back to his chosen dwelling place<\/p>\n
beneath the moon<\/p>\n
where a fork of golden lightening<\/p>\n
points from the sky to where<\/p>\n
the horizon meets the salty sea<\/p>\n
and leaves its bold light there<\/p>\n
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thunder is reverberating<\/p>\n
with a deep alluring flush<\/p>\n
the symphony of wind and waves<\/p>\n
and the great ongoing rush<\/p>\n
tumultuous the heart beat<\/p>\n
where the God’s are heard above<\/p>\n
all our heart beats tentative<\/p>\n
in the haven where my love<\/p>\n
walks barefoot, on freshly washed sand<\/p>\n
soft beneath her feet<\/p>\n
Luca rescued \u00a0jellies<\/p>\n
whojust \u00a0could not compete<\/p>\n
with the tides<\/p>\n
that had just dumped them<\/p>\n
5 more hours they would<\/p>\n
have had to stay there drying<\/p>\n
which for them just \u00a0wasn’t good<\/p>\n
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so with Rex’s help they were saved from death<\/p>\n
as Luca took them where<\/p>\n
the water was much deeper<\/p>\n
where they would better fair<\/p>\n
meanwhile \u00a0Luca, and his mother<\/p>\n
skipped and danced, \u00a0as they<\/p>\n
paddled and dipped their feet and legs<\/p>\n
in the waters of the bay<\/p>\n
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more like a big sister than his mum<\/p>\n
it seemed to me<\/p>\n
they ran and jumped and played<\/p>\n
and clearly did it beautifully<\/p>\n
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a flaunting of great energy<\/p>\n
a measure of its power<\/p>\n
descending from the heavens<\/p>\n
in an all immortal shower<\/p>\n
the great magician’s silver wand<\/p>\n
cut across the sky<\/p>\n
we all were filling up our lungs<\/p>\n
our energy to fly<\/p>\n
a savage silence followed<\/p>\n
sweetened on the salty gaze<\/p>\n
and a scimitar of softness<\/p>\n
worthy of great praise<\/p>\n
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on the beach near Dymchurch<\/p>\n
where the seagulls rise and fall<\/p>\n
it really was a lovely day<\/p>\n
felt by one and all<\/p>\n
a vital change of energy<\/p>\n
which for us just felt so real<\/p>\n
so relaxing so creative<\/p>\n
clearly it did appeal<\/p>\n
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tired and all exhausted<\/p>\n
we laid our heads to rest<\/p>\n
with dreams of the delights we shared<\/p>\n
which really were the best<\/p>\n
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The breakwaters are emerging old father time will soon go back to his chosen dwelling place beneath the moon where a fork of golden lightening points from the sky to where the horizon meets the salty sea and leaves its … Continue reading