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walk along the shore It reminds me of your essence.When you are far away I can hear your heart beating. It arcs through the atmosphere. Or one another meeting.Is that you, I can hear calling. Though you’re so far away Is it drifting on the ocean waves? Your sweet voice I hear today.Or is it a whispering breeze As it filters songs in dulcet tones The talk in valleys and the hills Sailing through the nether zones.Is it an email wafting in the ether? An SMS or mobile ding a linging Or maybe opera from the heavens A chorus of angels singing.Whatever sounds are in the air The waves splash upon my shore And reverberate in my senses Till I can’t hear you any

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more.Or maybe it is a foul line With some interference Or molecules askew Caught in an online conference.The sudden storms and lightning Wash past and move the curtain The one that hides your inner soul Of which I’m never certain.I tried to call you on the telephone And received an electronic message Was it from another place we both know? A white horse was performing dressage.I walk outside and cup my ear And listen for your voice once more I think I can hear it on the wind As I walk the Bay seashore.©David Rudder 2024Thank you for reading this piece and my poetry.</article></body>

Jervis Bay

After dark.

Jervis Bay after dark The blue and bioluminescence As I walk along the shore It reminds me of your essence.

When you are far away I can hear your heart beating. It arcs through the atmosphere. Or one another meeting.

Is that you, I can hear calling. Though you’re so far away Is it drifting on the ocean waves? Your sweet voice I hear today.

Or is it a whispering breeze As it filters songs in dulcet tones The talk in valleys and the hills Sailing through the nether zones.

Is it an email wafting in the ether? An SMS or mobile ding a linging Or maybe opera from the heavens A chorus of angels singing.

Whatever sounds are in the air The waves splash upon my shore And reverberate in my senses Till I can’t hear you anymore.

Or maybe it is a foul line With some interference Or molecules askew Caught in an online conference.

The sudden storms and lightning Wash past and move the curtain The one that hides your inner soul Of which I’m never certain.

I tried to call you on the telephone And received an electronic message Was it from another place we both know? A white horse was performing dressage.

I walk outside and cup my ear And listen for your voice once more I think I can hear it on the wind As I walk the Bay seashore.

David Rudder 2024

Thank you for reading this piece and my poetry.