Drink the dew, dispel the night, feel the warming of a new light. We go under different names, but only one sun warms us. The rainbow is but the refraction of pure white light.
2. You are awash in me, that singing sea that gives me beauty without artifice, forgiveness without guilt and love without qualification.
3. One day while beachcombing I will come upon a magnificent conch and putting it to my ear I will hear your voice calling me through the honey of history. Then an urge will seize me and putting the conch to my lips I will sound a single sad note to carry the stream of my tears across the ocean.
Copyright Andrew M. Bell. The poet wishes to acknowledge Valley Micropress in whose pages this poem first appeared.