Invisible journey to the Sea
Of Love where no broken shells cut
The feet, and no hot sands will burn.
No undertow pulls lovers out
Nor washes jellyfish up,
Where they lay like scattered mines
And one must keep his head to the grind
To watch for them instead of lifting the eyes
To see the milky twirl of stars,
The full blown sails of ships
So far away on the horizon.
The Beautiful Way will lift our chins
To see our way to the Sea of Love
And back again with pails and pails
Of sand and sea and salt for another time,
When our hearts have the need to sail again,
And we can't remember The Way.
-jenn
No comments:
Post a Comment