Endless Breakwater
At the end of the causeway into the horizon,
a far end right now, unreachable,
the sweet reunion is waiting
with the familiar shine of lights
which became memories on the way.
At the end of the endless breakwater,
the peace I long for awaits my arrival,
the well-known missing lights, too,
a respite at the end of the way
which magically opens the next path.
At the end of the endless breakwater
smiles and memories are following me,
though they do not anchor me to a past,
which is definitely left behind.
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