I find myself still, in the company
Of rain and the slow seagulls dance
Of the shoreline,
Outside the wind is a sea longing
For a smooth flat shore
You told me once the waves
Offered you a watch
And once found you a tiny white cross
In stones
I knelt there once
In front of your lost altar
I kissed the secret you made
Now I can only open my hands
For the small change
From the pockets of angels
Beautiful….
…and still I find you here Lee sharing beauty and warmth. …
Thanks Andrea and Mary, the sea – and humankind’s relationship with the sea – is a reoccurring theme. I was in the midst compiling volume two of the Dreams of the Sea, when this arrived, from memory, my own relationships and a sense of place I find on coastal shores.
Related too was reading Karen Liebreich’s story of a heart-rending letter found washed up in a bottle off the Kent coast… Karen eventually found the author in France and discovered a story of tragic loss and the chance of healing when they met.
Karen now has a website http://www.karenliebreich.com/
:)