Mea Culpa

I wander now on distant shores
alone and unforgivingly inviting;
where waves become the turbulence
of all the feeling that you left me with
and I repent within an innocence
of nature’s wrath.

Mea culpa, life goes on
no matter that our state of mind
clings in desperation to a past
that never knew of love at all.

Thankfully, the wondering has ceased
for the winds that sail in ancient rounds
speak again of all that will abound
if only we hold on until tomorrow
when with the dawning light of life divine
we cease to struggle with our destiny.

Mea culpa, life goes on
no matter that our state of mind
clings in desperation to a past
that never knew of love at all.

And distant shores, are calling, calling
just for me...

? Michaelette ?

4/20/2001
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Take me home...