Deep within me
lay a poem of the sea
from a long while ago;
where air is fresh
but blusters wildly
when southerlies blow,
slick and slimy
mud between each toe-
mangrove's brackish home.
Whitecaps dance
in the open channel
close to where corals grow.
But further than fond distance
of childhood recollection,
where starfish-lined parades
demanded retrospection:
Gone are those carefree days
along with sands, white as snow;
somewhere deep within me
lay a coastal tale of long ago.
If you enjoyed 'song of the stars' then thus poem is a must read too!