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
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
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
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
dancing, dancing.. dancing
this one always makes me cry