Riptide
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.
Portraits of a Ghost 
awesome.
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Beautiful x
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To be lost ( stars) to light up the sky 🙂
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Lovely imagery.
” Quite happy to be so perfectly lost ” sounds great 👍
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Thanks for droppin’ by Sir! 🙂
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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.
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Thank you Eileen. This was beautiful. I’ll keep writing poetry if you keep writing comments like this one. 😉
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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.
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Loved it! Beautiful 🙂
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Stars are the light of flight!
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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.
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“Perfectly lost” – I may borrow this from you. I really enjoyed this piece!
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Borrow away, dear.
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I’ll be sure to give credit if/when I do ^.^
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Why did this make me teary eyed.
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