Ocean
There is an ocean that rises within
Like an orchestra from a conductor's baton
Filled with soft fingers of light
That comb my being with ethereal music
As it swells
A hush falls over every internal fretful child
That confided its cries in the night
My eyes become clear and I realize
Each looming phantom was always an old friend
In a flowing, gossamer gown
Asking me to tea
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