she swims with me, the ocean she is,

she swims with me, the ocean she is,
when I keep her secret, my loving way—
she forgets how I love I a greater love,
and turns the waves crashing as I please,
enslaved to the light, and we fly with ease,
becoming the sky and her unseen breeze—
as the gust gathers and the dust rises,
dancing in the ecstasy of our triumph,
resting where ever-truth let them land.

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