This sprawling seascape
adorned by watery pearls
shines with our beauty
Author – Editor – Freelance Writer
This sprawling seascape
adorned by watery pearls
shines with our beauty
the sea streamed from your hair
in my dream
as you rose from the ocean,
planting yourself on the beach
as if nothing in the entire
history of the world
had ever been planted
by cross-pollination
or wind
or a gardener’s steady hands;
your shaking head
shook pearly droplets
from your hair; I watched
them fall, each a kingdom
crushing and reforming,
both calm and panicky
until the droplets struck
the sand and relaxed
in the potential retirement
amongst children’s castles;
the waves crept up,
covering your prints
as they darkened sand
and formed barriers
near shells and driftwood
like aged sailors’ faces;
suddenly I wished I’d
taken all those classes
to know whether chiaroscuro
might be achieved among
the glancing rays of the sun
in the beyond where
orange danced with red
and only black felt abandoned
somewhere in the past.
if words were water
and I began speaking
at you from under ocean waves
you’d hear the gurgle
through the liquid
in your glass
and, drinking,
could translate those ounces
into sentences
and know my elemental speech
spoke of you and you alone
from the deeps.