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Why is it, looking at the stars
Makes you reach for a hand to hold?

I think it’s that feeling you get,
That riptide pull at your bones,

Like if you don’t find something,
Someone, to hold onto,

You might float away
In a sequined ocean,

Never to be seen again,
Carefree and quite happy

To be so
perfectly lost.

13 comments on “Riptide

  1. Linh Tran says:

    To be lost ( stars) to light up the sky 🙂

  2. queasypaddy says:

    Lovely imagery.
    ” Quite happy to be so perfectly lost ” sounds great 👍

  3. Thanks for droppin’ by Sir! 🙂

  4. Eileen says:

    Stars spill like glitter from an open palm………………

    Love your “sequinned ocean.”

    Sleeping out under a star filled sky has sometimes started out by making me feel very tiny and totally alone, then suddenly I seem to lose my boundary skin and am one with everything, the world, all the universes, and God, whatever God is.

    I really really liked your poem.

  5. Back in Haïti, we could see the stars shining through our backyard. I use to love sleeping on the balcony just to feel the comfort from the stars. Yes, there is something so magical about the stars. I love your post. So beautifully written. Thanks for sharing it with us, and liking my post as well.

  6. Loved it! Beautiful 🙂

  7. Feileaca says:

    Stars are the light of flight!

  8. Never get tired during those cloudless sky camping trips of looking up and contemplating on the Backbone of Night (as the Pygmies called the thickest star cluster.) Nice post.

  9. operahell says:

    “Perfectly lost” – I may borrow this from you. I really enjoyed this piece!

    1. operahell says:

      I’ll be sure to give credit if/when I do ^.^

  10. amarimikeno says:

    Why did this make me teary eyed.

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