And the oceans wait for me
by Adam Dyson
That first Pacific dawn greets
My every Atlantic sunset,
Becalmed beside the maelstrom.
The soft caress of gems upon the sand
Sounds far behind, our shell upon my ear
To mask silent eternity off the bow.
Passing ships spin slowly, fogbound
By my tunnel vision, attuned to match
Only your flag atop the mast.
And the oceans wait for me.
Posted on 12/29/2011
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