By Isabella Svenska
Submitted by Isabella Svenska
Date: 2001 Sep 10
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The Pacific

I smell the salt
in the thick fragrant sea air
and reminisce
of a time that was so carefree
So familiar
so distant
relentless memories
plague me
surf, sand, sea and endless possbilities
Waves crash
gulls fly
time passes
like the grains of sand passing through my hand
the sound so passifying
the memories so vivid
an eternity feels like a minute
and a minute feels like an eternity
I can't help myself from making the internal analogy
so much time has past
so much past is time
borrowed
stolen
lost
slowly regained
in the memories of yesterday
but the sea is still here
crashing
one wave on top of another
so loud
it's almost silent
each angry wave internally combusting
with endless beauty
I feel irreparable
yet complete
sitting here
in awe
of the Pacific