a balmy sweet day
the company of palms
caught the rays
with a
sway

blue hues
sliced evenly
through the green fan

Bahama breezes
brought blooming
bitd of paradise
dreams

dreams of footprints
on wet shore

DREAMS

of loving passion
forlorn

~~~ but ~~~
a little more time
a little more time
breezes sigh
pick up
become

WIND

sea begins to chop
sands to sing
air soughs through
the fronds of the
satin spikes
and the entire tree
begins to

SWAY

a dance awed
by forest nymphs
so potent and
courageous
~ yet ~
delicate and fragile

the spiked heads
of the palms
show a
frenzied nod
then a
shake
then they

/// BOW \\

clouds glower
on the
horizontal lines
the joins of
sea and sky
rain begins to beat
tattoos
in the sands

the congregation of palms
are now bending low
touching their
foreheads
to the
singing beaches
like the devout
in a
mosque

they
bend
like reeds
but have a root
that touches the
inner sanctuary
of the

((( €ARTH )))

nothing will uproot
them from
her

(((♥HEART♥)))

with eyes closed
they go back
to being
TALL
and
PROUD

with teeth clutched
they know even
~ this ~
soon
will

>>> PASS <<<


(C) dajena m
(C) soulsurvivor