Ocean Space Is Where I Wait

Jesus or Moses

Seas and deserts

Among the rocks

Among the steam ships

Among the trains

And the radars that break barriers

Through the wires

Through the regions

We all bow

We all look up

Though even though I do not

Nor do he

I thank all that do for me

And those who do not

Among the bench

Among the ground

Among that mountainside

Among that cloud

We must reach it

That destination

Between that plain

Of imagination and destiny

Of fantasy and desire

Of truth and fiction

Of race and creed

Of sex and religion

Of death and life

Of morals and horror

Among the common ground

Among that sandbar

There is an ocean

Where we once belonged too

An ocean of colors

Of twinkles and currents

Of a surplus of stars

And spacious lives

An ocean of wonders

Of delicate beings

Of a generation undiscovered

And limitless time

Among that time

I will be there

Waiting for thy to come

Waiting for something real

I continue

I always wait

Until I die

Until I die

One day,

Many people will say,

“I wish it was me, and not him.”

© 1997 David Greg Harth

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