And one blustery day
I walked along the deserted beach piled high
with big rounded peddles
divided by frequent breakwaters
and feeling that flattened stone in my hand,
I said my prayer for you,
a prayer for your life,
and the celestial arms that keeps you warm at night
And the words Om shanti shanti shanti…. lifted me
as I skimmed across the water
Beautiful and precious poem, Lee.
groetjes,
Francina
:) it seems I have a re-occurring theme with the sea. Do you have a thematic ideas in you writing?
The sea is a very inspiring muse :-) The river and waves are my re-occuring theme, I think when it comes down to it. Maybe because I ‘m born and raised on rivers.
Hmmm :) its funny you say that, I’m writing a few acoustic songs on the idea of a sea of dreams.