May 28, 2007 03:44
at times I am reluctant to hear my heart's whispers
they are carried through winds and distort
whistling and turning they are carried through air like ribbons
whisper repeat whisper whisssperrr
the whistle blows on daydreams past
opening them to realities present
harsh ocean waters hit bare feet running
sinking through sand hit hit hit sand cold under feet running
skin pulled and tightened with saltwater harsh and healing
whisper repeat whisper repeate whisssperrr crescendo
winds rush through waters cold like liquids fire
faces churn within waves white blue
fresh as the tide
faces layer as memories build
sarcasm seeps out through rock crevices
hope shines on rugged coastal shores
glistening over rock faces wet rocks jagged peer up at the sun
waves hit crash beat on rocks beat on waves beat on bodies
again again again
lashing martyr rocks with watermass
again again again
glisten rock faces hit sun rays
singing eternal song
/flying overhead the dove soars of Peace.
ocean,
poetry,
love