Oceans
break in time.
Murmurs of
memories float
into endless
blue.
Ebb and
flow and ebb,
surf on
repeat formation,
eternal rescue.
Doves start,
rustling wings
rise to
sacred stained windows.
White clouds
greet blue sky.
Journeying southward,
drifts live-buried
in lost souls,
clutching
the good book.
Skate on polished
pond.
Ice forms
rifts of fur clusters,
eternal
eights spin.
Copyright Vickie
Johnstone, November 22, 2020
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