THREE OCEAN POEMS
it's an element of endlessness--
waves that never cease
re-invented every day
by sculptor winds and restless breeze
and marching through uncounted lines
in haze-blurred layers merge combined
expanses that out-reach the mind,
elements as old as time.
The soul of the earth is a wave-tossed sea,
distilling the sum of our yesterdays
and cradling the scent of eternity,
restless with fathomless secrets it sways.
By the shore, by the sea
where washes up
the jetsam of a hidden world
as locked to me as another age
whispering spells, an ancient mage
in an age of reason, arrests the mind
that's consumed the fruit and gnaws the rind.