From its Heart
the ocean beats a steady throb,
resounding thru the murk and mirth,
crashing, clawing on the shore
of nameless fame,
of endless birth.
Blood of the Earth.
Sum of our worth.

From its Face
a fire shines a steady gaze
to make color of a flame.
This ray in my eyes,
held in water,
lifts it to heaven.

Though my Heart is less steady than the sea,
and my eyes unlike any star,
the blood in my veins holds the same potency
that slowly turns the stone to sand,
and the candle in my hand even flickering,
is bright enough to light
the pages of our lives
as they turn
and we write.