Never to the ocean again,
never again to sea,
and I cannot let you believe this,
I won't allow you to give up dreams.
You speak of beach and
fireside dance, and I long
to see you return to those days
of youth and guile.
Let your memory be the
future, as you linger on
the past with fresh detail
for the time to renew your
frolic, to float in the present.
Mary, go swimming,
Mary, walk the beach,
be oceanfront now
even as your troubled life
holds you back, makes you drown.
copyright 2007 tammy melody gomez
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