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Hush!
Hear the ocean sing
the song,
once heard
by Odysseus and his homeward crew
in the time-segment, when
gods and mortals, often conversed
and, now, by me, a neo-pagan
in a different location and context,
in a new company.
Hear!
Sit
on the wet sand
kissed by the surf
and feel the naughty wind in your
coiffured hair;
This magical hour draws close
the evening is
a live canvas
of vibrant inky splashes
and
soft shadows blur
the harsh contours of the land,
hills and woods, making
all the elements one;
the waves roll and crash
ceaselessly, always in motion
carrying the broken moons
on their polished curved backs
and
a mermaid, appears suddenly
there on that ledge
looking eternally for
love, out somewhere,
on that strange earth. |
