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Returning Home
 

The lowering clouds are gathering in
O'er the cliffs they ride
I look down at my sunken feet
And listen to my guide

Negative ions fill the air
Wild woman is positive here
Contentment flows through every sinew
Cells and mucles hold no fear

The wide expanse of the ocean seen
Stirs rivers that lay dry
Replenishment is very deep
Do I swim or do I fly?

The tourists have departed my home
The air is silent and deep
No scattered cans or empty bags
It returns to its autumnal sleep

Inner sight is glowing as
I walk along the breaking wave
Outsider a thing of the past
I have entered my natural cave

I dive into life waters
Gills opened like my kind
Tranformation once more complete
Soul skin no longer trailing behind