Voice From The Sea

The sea holds a secret voice—
a voice that enters our hearts,
and stirs her.
And she receives it with ease.

The song, tender in the sea, makes us sing
a song that made three poets great—
the sun, the air, and the sky.
She sings it in her divine voice,
when serenity spreads across her shoulders,
and summer weather becomes her dress.

She brings messages to the mind's quietude.
Her melody. The past youth—
it recalls no bitterness, no burning.
Old loves lean in to listen,
forgotten feelings awaken
in the waves, sweet and soft.

The song, tender in the sea, makes us sing
a song that made three poets great—
the sun, the air, and the sky.
And as you gaze at her wet expanse,
as you behold her vast green abundance,
her plain draws near and yet recedes,
brimming with yellow flowers sown
like light by a gardener's hand. Joy takes hold of you,
and you are drunk with it, your heart lifted.
And if you are young, it races through your veins.

Of the sea, of desire, I give you these words.
The wave of his love will shower down
with the scent of your secret love.

The sea holds a secret voice—
a voice that enters our hearts,
and stirs her.
And she receives it with ease.