Sunday, August 08, 2004

I Swim To Thee

Oceans brown blue and red
Ships, turning shifting, moving, iron,
Sunsets closing living dramas

Birds of prey dive into thy waters,
Poisonous dark waters,
Pools of ice

Sands indistinguishable from dirt
Hearts indistinguishable from sands
Clouds like pillows,
Pillows releasing thundering blistering rains,
Musical notes darting through the air,
Notes of ocean roars
Breaking rocks like a chain gang,
Chains and ropes

My bleeding hands cleansed by oceanic foam,
Mermaids calling me,
I swim to thee