When over the flowery, razorsharp pasture’s
edge, unseen, the salt ocean waves pelt against rock.
Flowers by the sea
lifts its form—kaleidoscopic daisies blanket the landscape.
But color and the movement—or the shape
perhaps—of restlessness, whereas.
over the dune-
becoming one with the incoming sea fog drifting onshore.
Warm onshore winds upon my skin
as the sun arises Easterly.
The sea is circled and sways
peacefully upon its plantlike stem
of ancient roots;
Conchiglie treasures unexposed.
As such, its mysticism alludes to fortitude. The epitome of the sea!!
Whispers from the divine world;
spiral formations bringing infinity to me.
In that shoreless ocean,
Thy silently listening smile
As my songs of Praise swell in melodies,
free as waves, free from all bondage of words.
J