WE FLOAT

WE SWIM IN THE OCEAN OF LIFE

Spirits pass by, unseen.

They touch us, unfelt.

They speak to us, unheard.

Yet, we are grateful they are here.

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We drift on the tide,

Going we know not where.

We do not care,

Traveling from here to there.

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Friends known come by.

Friends unknown come by.

We all meet.

We all dance.

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There is a pulse,

A rhythm

It moves me.

I am one with it.

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Some sit to the side,

Not knowing what passes by,

Longing for what seems not.

But, it is here, seen when you look up.

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Something tugs on me.

It seems urgent.

I reach, but do not grasp.

I hold, but it slips away.

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In front of my face

Drift beautiful visions.

I see them not.

My eyes are closed.

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