Among the rocks that edge the shore
She sits to tend the ebb and flow
As if by wish the tide returns
As if by calling slows.
On moonless nights she scans the waves
And listens for the distant horn
As if by sight the lost return
As if by ear they're found.
No seagull breaks the air with wing
Nor silence with its mournful call
As if by flight the chain is rent
As if by sound released.
I love the image of a goddess directing the ebb and flow of the tide by her wishes and her callings. Lovely!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Craig. This one is still a favorite in my "traditional" category after all these years.
ReplyDeletejust repeating the words is soothing...a spoken lullaby for insomniacs.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Virginia. Just rinse and repeat, and you'll be snoring in no time. Unless you don't want to.
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