Friday, April 06, 2012

Mother of Tides

By Linda Bansil


I listen to the stars and hear how they twinkle
I touch the moon and it changes shape
I cover the sun it is grateful for this blanket
I step on the ocean it sways as if to dance


I sleep wishing the moon will make its way
to the ocean and to the sun
to dance together in a harmony of blankets
of shapes I wish it to the stars



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