*~Run On The Ocean~*
The hard-packed sand is my trail,
My road…
To run on right along the coast,
Where the horizon seems to never end…
My shoes they leave prints,
Which are washed clean by the tides…
Running where the water will cover,
In due time.
The once exposed path,
Now under bubbles & waves.
The sand, it soaks up the salty tides…
When the track is there,
Uncovered once again…
I say,
I have run on the ocean…
R.T. Oct. 08'
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