Vast are the seas
That pass through me
Think of the strangers
Who sit quietly

Words can be used
To say what you mean
But often confused
By things in between

With classic composure
I know what I’ve seen
From the darkest of night
To the lightest sun beam

Your first breath in life
The one that is clean
The only thing true
The rest is a dream

© 10/24/2008
William Grant Preston

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