#Stephan W
*I have seen you there,
standing alone, along the shoreline
--if you only knew--
Your thoughts- a poetic buffering,
spoken out- onto weathered paper,
through trembling hands; words
let in to the ocean wind--
the dreams of your heart, the needs,
ah, yes.. the deep needs of your heart...
among these rocks,
you are always alone.
~
At the tip of your fingers-- the small ridges;
fragmental, yet monumental imprints, etched
in to you, the moment your spirit entered
your temple. They tell the world of your story:
through fine, texture-perception, you feel it--
your trembling fingers grip the pen, expressing,
conveying your truth into a world that does not
hear.. a shallowing, that deafens..
You glance at your fingertips--
to assure, you're really there
~ ~
(The sea has picked up a bit, now
the waves, crashing against the rocks
rocks, that still won't hear..)
And here also, outlined
within the warm beat of the
human heart,
there is a sound that can be heard--
one similar to the aliveness
of the crashing waves.
Place your fingertips against those
that are real-
the sound blends-in perfectly
with the sea
as the uniqueness of imprinted ridge,
moves up against that of the other--
contrasting, here.. fitting together
perfectly, there..
Scream, "I am!" to the sea; and see, love..
scream it out, and see.
~ ~ ~
I am everywhere near you-- encouraging,
celebrating.. at times, weeping; hands
outstretched, the uniqueness of my
own finger prints, longing
Along this shoreline, I have watched you
for an eternity, hoping
that you might somehow take it all, in.
Clouds beckon, asking again for the
earth's moisture
and I respond, e v ap o r a t i ng.
~ ~ ~ ~
Your small, beautiful feet, now
all pigeon-toed- now, standing
at the water's edge; as the
rain cloud gives up its prize
just beyond the breakers--
(my imprint remains,
but I am of the sea now..)
Wade into me, love
that I may wrap myself around you:
Along this shoreline,
may you never be alone again.*
#
Oct 21, 2020
Oct 21, 2020 at 11:20 PM UTC
#Stephan W
*I have seen you there,
standing alone, along the shoreline
--if you only knew--
Your thoughts- a poetic buffering,
spoken out- onto weathered paper,
through trembling hands; words
let in to the ocean wind--
the dreams of your heart, the needs,
ah, yes.. the deep needs of your heart...
among these rocks,
you are always alone.
~
At the tip of your fingers-- the small ridges;
fragmental, yet monumental imprints, etched
in to you, the moment your spirit entered
your temple. They tell the world of your story:
through fine, texture-perception, you feel it--
your trembling fingers grip the pen, expressing,
conveying your truth into a world that does not
hear.. a shallowing, that deafens..
You glance at your fingertips--
to assure, you're really there
~ ~
(The sea has picked up a bit, now
the waves, crashing against the rocks
rocks, that still won't hear..)
And here also, outlined
within the warm beat of the
human heart,
there is a sound that can be heard--
one similar to the aliveness
of the crashing waves.
Place your fingertips against those
that are real-
the sound blends-in perfectly
with the sea
as the uniqueness of imprinted ridge,
moves up against that of the other--
contrasting, here.. fitting together
perfectly, there..
Scream, "I am!" to the sea; and see, love..
scream it out, and see.
~ ~ ~
I am everywhere near you-- encouraging,
celebrating.. at times, weeping; hands
outstretched, the uniqueness of my
own finger prints, longing
Along this shoreline, I have watched you
for an eternity, hoping
that you might somehow take it all, in.
Clouds beckon, asking again for the
earth's moisture
and I respond, e v ap o r a t i ng.
~ ~ ~ ~
Your small, beautiful feet, now
all pigeon-toed- now, standing
at the water's edge; as the
rain cloud gives up its prize
just beyond the breakers--
(my imprint remains,
but I am of the sea now..)
Wade into me, love
that I may wrap myself around you:
Along this shoreline,
may you never be alone again.*
#
The voices in the wind,
will take you home again,
the journey home has just begun, my friend
The magic in your eyes,
was more than I surmised
and I surrender time and time, again
To the will of the wind;
the will of the wind, child
The wind in the wind chimes,
takes you home again..
the will of the wind
https://youtu.be/7zocjlND3tc
dancing, dancing.. dancing
this one always makes me cry
