An Ocean of Solitude


Carlton King Spring-1983

Often, when I have a care and it seems that troubles are everywhere                 I seek solace in a place that heals me                 by the very essence of its air

In summer's heat or during winter's freeze I am healed by the rolling seas                 the waves that crash on a rocky shore                 or even a sea gull's plaintive pleas

I often lose my problems on a wind-swept beach and let my worries drift, with the waves, beyond my reach                 and when I shuffle and I'm all alone                 I become overwhelmed when silence speaks

Yes, whenever I'm worried and have a care and find myself sinking in deep despair                 I head for the cottage by the ocean                 where I'm surely healed as I tarry there

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