Like Moving an ocean by Fabrice Poussin

He has written words on the winds of chance

drew symbols of a future that would never be

on the ever-changing sands of timeless shores.


Staring to the top of Mont Blanc from the valleys

he wondered if the powers of Merlin would aid

to move yet another rock to found a monument.


Seeing the ancient cities of the humblest founders

could he carve the marble stones as Michelangelo

so to bring life to another passionate Amazon?


Looking to the stars scanning the galaxies

wondering where the sounds of a lost voice vanished

he might fall to his knees as he prays for the answer.


But it is like trying to move the oceans with his will

wandering lost highways his naked soul in his hands

holding it up to be swept away by a furtive dream.

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