Old and barnacled
by salted winds that blow
—and ancient wood docks
with cracked floors
that whisper bittersweets
from yesterdays before.
I dive in and pull out
all that's hidden in the folds
light and dark, as they were told
I turn the old into new
just for me and for you
It's one more time
with the rising tide.
Just like a dream
when you come into view
Just like a dream
as I turn old into new,
leaving bruised echos
to the lonely sea
and its forever lingering
—sweet, sweet breeze.
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