And the sea was a thousand dreams
Washed upon the shore
And then re-embraced by the Great Mother,
And nourished thereby to a sky
Of hope, so endless and open and honest.

She, the sea, spoke in words i was not ready to hear
With a softness that made me cry,
Broke me into a thousand fragilities
And bore me back to my home again.

I was whole then and longed that the brave
Knight would never shatter on the shore,
That nobility would prevail.

But it got washed away with naivety
And i ached like the moon to feel the garment
Of freedom which innocence traces around reality.

Still the shawl slips, pen slips, the mask slips
And the face beneath
Is dazzling - a cornucopic serenade
To the eternal motion of music
And the terminal thread of my heart.