The sea sounds—
relentless rush of rain,
full on a clear night.
Sewn into the sable sky,
high stars glint
in their patterns.
The moon hangs,
suspended,
a dark sphere in a bright cradle,
a golden hammock slung on a void.
Out of the sea a hundred white wings of froth
fly forth from watery cages,
expanding, cresting, breaking,
on the warm, salt wind.
A spell falls; an enchantment spoken.
A passage opens upon the sea—
a wet road gleaming:
obsidian, writhing water
moonlit-paved.
Listen, dream-caught,
to the calling:
Come, come away,
come away to the world of winds and waters,
come away to the moon,
to the stars,
to the sea-kissed night.
Be lost on the lonely ways,
wandering where the wind walks.
Come away…
In the northern sky
lightning shivers.
Much of this reminds me of the illustrations in a book about sleeping mermaids that I read to our granddaughter yesterday. Beautiful!
Wonderful!! Thinking about the first Communicator.
What a vivid picture to be carried away in the minds eye . Love this poem 🙂