Posted in Originals, Poetry, Reflections

Wait by the ocean, can you? | Stoned Storyteller

When I get stoned
The storyteller wakes up
She tells me all kinds of things
Takes me all kinds of places
Flying with the bees
Or rushing by galaxies
She takes me by the hand
And walks me with a story
Today she brought me to you
Just like that other day, long ago
When I responded with my usual shiver
She held on to me with her eyes of silver

He dived into this ocean
To return with a pearl of love
Worthy of your love, Worthy of my love
Don’t resent, Don’t be hurt
Don’t be afraid, Don’t wet your shirt
If he is delayed and you sit here alone
He is out in deeper waters
In darker murkier waters
Return he will, to you
Wait by the ocean, can you?

~

Monday Thursday Hues

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