down on the shore of the lake
where the foaming waves tumble and brake
i like to sit in the evening a bit
and wiggle my toes in the sand
emmisaries of the wind and moon
the waves sing a rythamic tune
i sit entranced by their gentle romance
peace of the soul is their boon
the song that they sing is an ancient one
composed when the earth and sun were young
the tale that the tell is worth listening well
it is known to all waters that run:
clouds are waters in the sky
birds are fish that learned to fly
stars like snowflakes set deep in coal
illuminate the secret waters
that lap upon the shores of the soul
dreams are misty waterfalls of thought
from subteranean recesses brought
welling up from caverns deep
running through our restless sleep
and with the mornings open shade
like evaporating water....fade
and down on the shore of the lake
it's always 'give and take'
the waves take the sand into the deep
and in the sand the waters seep.
a distance drifter
she listens to the songs of shells and surf
as waves whisper on
Nice stuff : Now, do continue boyz -n- gurlz........... 8) ------senorsal
shore walker walks between two worlds
i watch from atop a tufted windswept dune
as she bends and pulls a shell from foaming surf
and tilts her head and puts it to her ear
young enough to hear the echo of the ocean
if she listens very hard she'll hear the sound of ancient gulls
crying shrill in bromophenolic winds