Sailing on
The horizon’s edge
That only exists
In the eyes of another
Sitting on sand
In a place called “Dry Land”
But the ocean goes far
Past the place where we stand
A Poetic Dive into the Creative Unconscious
Sailing on
The horizon’s edge
That only exists
In the eyes of another
Sitting on sand
In a place called “Dry Land”
But the ocean goes far
Past the place where we stand