What is it about the seas...

What is it about the seas

That calls attention from near and far?

Perhaps it’s the way the salty breeze
Softens and smooths the roughest scar;

Or how, despite the sun, one clearly sees
The hopeful hint of an evening star;

Or how one collects seashells with ease 
To keep forever in a crystal jar;

Or how the incoming waves taunt and tease,
And we jump and giggle right where we are;

The number of reasons span galaxies —
Most are rational, some bizarre.

But one thing the seas surely guarantees
As I search for inner peace thus far —

It’s the perfect place to release melancholies

Trapped deep within my beating heart.

A Young Dreamer

A gentle wind flows in through the trees

Carrying the scent of apples and pears.

I awaken under the sound of rustling leaves,

With flower petals in my hair.

I dreamed of flying with mighty dragons

And swimming at the bottom of the sea.

I write my dreams down as fast as I can

Before they scatter away from me.

My journal is filled with endless scribbles

Of ideas that stretch out towards the moon.

Stories, poems, an ode to my (soon to be) true love, 

And sometimes I draw silly cartoons.

The sun is setting, so I'll be back tomorrow

To dream and doodle away.

My time is my own, but not for long,

For all of us have to grow up someday. 

The Prize

My daughter cartwheels under the sunset sky,

Each flip squeezes my newborn heart.

I wonder, as she learns to fly,

Will I adequately supply

The foundation to give her a running start?

My daughter's smile is like a wild rose,

Captivating anyone with honest eyes.

I wonder, as she endlessly grows,

The mother that she currently knows,

Will she become, as much, her prize?

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Found this piece perusing old emails from my last corporate job.

Written back in 2005.