The sea swallowed the sky
and drowned the stars in salt
but kept the blue to cover the sand
in a blanket cape
a tablecloth over your eyes
pulled away
by the tide receding
The sea swallowed the sky
and drowned the stars in salt
but kept the blue to cover the sand
in a blanket cape
a tablecloth over your eyes
pulled away
by the tide receding
travel far and play
the universe reflected
in blue ocean waves
home of brave and dancing souls
retrace their steps in the sand
~
I hope you know it’s for you. Go and live your dream!
Willow Whispers
on your face I’d be
dancing fingers of willow
caress of a breeze
~~~
Storm Whispers
whispering in morse
story told by stormy nights
ivy against glass
~~~
Seashell Whispers
tales for hermit crabs
seashells and minuscule stones
whispering of sun
~~~
Root Whispers
she touched tree stumps
turned them over in her mind
what will old roots tell?
He tenses his muscles and turns his body into a longbow,
a bowstring woven of music and playful prancing
– then instead of an arrow a tiger flies forth
(and the tiger is carved from the lithe heartwood still beating one-TWO-three-pause)
He is a tiger sleeping in a library,
in semi-sleeptalk dutifully teaching little birds to hunt for words,
while longing for the moment to escape the grey walls with the jungle-green bow he keeps hidden under his chair
(and only at night he hunts words and songs for his own enjoyment, one-TWO-three-pounce)
He builds himself a seaside castle from tiger-striped driftwood,
barefoot he fights emerald waves and throws sand dollar shaped pebbles into tidal pool wishing wells,
in hazy summer-lands alive with the whirring energy of a bowstring sending arrows flying into battle
(and in the shade of a bottle gourd planting he turns salt-water soaked book pages, one-TWO-three-breathe)