V days of wave and thunder
Dreamy visions at the hands of Mer
Sad tidings stirring
Clouds theatrical design
Across the sky
Acoustics for the siren’s call
From deep within some memory of U
The nether words

“Come close
And touch
All fine things hidden
Hazed and mirrored
As crude gifts
Cracked mirrors of my love
Reflections
Blue to green to gray
Reshaping canvas for the coming days”

Quiet at the side of roaring whispers
Points and signs for me to
See these things
The U N I
Both hu- man and de-vine
Fierce reckoning to see these bloody edges
Pages torn and scattered on the wind
An inner sanctum
Of our falls
Seeing all we love just out of reach
The words we shouted at the moon
Were written long before
These simple mortal longings
Danced their Sara beauty
Like a muse

Now here amid the everydays
My heart walks
Bearfoot in the waves
Unheard
My
Wild gasps
Here before the throne
Remembering
The Beloved
As brave brine words fall forth
From surf before the queen
She knows
She knows
No gold or crown will keep you from her side
All death will bide
For eons more
While looking in the mirror of beginnings