As beauty fades
and we no longer have the desire to repent
and the places we knew
close
and the people who smiled at us
die
and the shadows of ourselves
no longer show up
under the sun
lost photographs
and memories
are all that we have left
and I don’t know about you
but I will walk
where I have always been
and do
what I have always done
unapologetic
for what little time
I have left
Big waves
bigger than me
wash out
to a horizon
where a lighthouse
looks at time
with a twinkle in her eye
and fire in her belly
laughing at a good life
where the hills of Catalina
and the harbors there
hold heaven in their hands
before natural rhythms
are released
under a lonely moon
and we are carried
to the deep.
Just Poetry 
Wow! This is good.
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Thanks G.W.
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Thanks for the link!!!
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Brilliant as always!
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Thanks observation blogger!!! 🙂
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this is lovely; as soon as I saw the title I jumped in 🙂
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So glad you enjoyed it!
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Great poem! It makes you think about the frailty of life.
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Yes–that was how I was feeling when I wrote the poem. The Laughing Lighthouse is one of my favorites.
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