manhem

each step
a fading star
folds cap souls
at our feet
a tidal foam's
caress
an emptyness
cacooned within
a blanket womb of
woven thread
silk worm wood

moist step
no path
beneath the azure fog
cloaked heavy or'
the kelp bed
crossing lines

the passage of a day
displays dune indigo
....and all i hear are
moon call 's
tidal foam
and shuffle
spraying diamonds
from the crystal sands
that flow
and rest beneath our feet
soft sound's
n currents
tugging
strumming rhythm
with the song of siren's
whispered call
that lifts the gentle gasps
from dolphins whooshing past
.....and one small night bird
gazes out to sea
intent
as if some lover
beaconed with a flutter's
silent sigh
a breathy bidding
to extend horizons
of desire

while all this time
blue whales and creatures deep
lift darkly days
break waves
and fitfully
turn currents
fleshing
inner lights
of songs we sing
"Come see
Come sea"