The sun shone high, the sand burned hot,
while waves rolled blue and black and white.
The tops broke green and gossamer,
seaglass spun fine and shattered bright
away the dark and heavy sea.

When I as a child so loved the beach,
bunting shells and scattered jewels of life,
vestige of treasure forged by watery strife,
I wondered what mysteries lay out of reach
away the dark and heavy sea.

Warmth of day wafted the windows by,
with noon's langour and seabirds' cry.
Salt and shimmer rippled the air
to cloud and blur all seeing eyes
away the dark and heavy sea.

There was no witness, none to intervene,
Only hands that scratched at muck and mud,
and gasps to taste the sea like blood;
shadows of no in water cold and green,
away the dark and heavy sea.

Waves wrestled and battered the shore;
the water took and gave, but took the more
and sank its prize beyond all depths.
Released, I swam as I never had before
away the dark and heavy sea.

Still I hold my breath in bed
and shake the waves from out my head,
the weight off my chest to keep
my heart from sinking farther deep
away the dark and heavy sea.

04/26/2009

Posted on 04/26/2009
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