I gently traverse the path to the sea
wondering what it that's drawing me.
Intensity gravitates my vision toward the horizon
with waves crashing, foaming like mane of a lion.
Desperately searching, with raised eyes I scan
trying to see the change if I can.
But everything remains just as I left it
from blue sky to ocean to sandy grit.
Then I realize why all seems new:
a veil has dropped from eyes of blue.
No longer in mourning for the life I once had
I look at myself and am glad.
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