From the book
Sea Of Wisdom
A giver of shell and story.
Sandy coasts where children play and birds glide inside the
frame of the lens.
The intense light on a mirror of one billion drops flows out
to world’s end.
And the beat never stops.
A bringer of glory and destroying forces.
On top of your waves, white horses celebrate their
dance to freedom.
So much is carried by your weight.
Ages of greed decline beneath your surface, washed away
by the currency of tide.
A sharer of joy and fear.
Man and ship disappeared in your moments of cruelty.
But, without you, where would we be?
When your song’s never heard again, our world would die
and seashells cry.
Seagulls lost, lonely in the sky.
And now all is said.
I better get up or my feet are getting wet.
High tide is coming.