Thursday, August 30, 2012


I searched a voice under the sea
and it called the wind to gurgle
and it whispered itself to my soul
as great as the wave it took me hours
hours to think it and feel it to my ears
but there are seahorses I can't ride
and as soft as the one who housed clams
I whispered back once and twice
I have no enemy when I begin loving the sea
adoring some parts of sand up to my knee
this wind is coming we glide
like distant ships that wish not to leave
deeper to the sea and its mind
I can cradle it like a wind with no eye
dancing the past time of the blind

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