The gull’s calls
And Sea-grass whispers
The silvery gray
of early Light
Ocean glimmers
Each wave washes
And cleans the beaches
Mournful mirages
of yesterdays sorrow.
Morning’s Song, teach me
how to live and how to die
Wind, shake my bones cold
Sea, make me Alive
Saintly clouds overhead loom
clean me and fill me as I march
Into the Sea, Into the Sea
The Morning’s Song
January 23rd, 2012 at 11:35 pm
Your words are just lovely, Marco~
January 26th, 2012 at 11:32 pm
thank you so much