Pamela I

 

Aquamarine eyes whispered the secret;
Caught my heart from some ocean’s deeper place.
Your floating sea-foam golden hair the net
that drew me closer to your child-like face.
Overcome from a fragrance, sweet your breath,
I nearly drown in that perfumed vessel
on the vanity of life. What better death?
What better harbor my arms, so nestle.
And when your sail is set take me along,
rolling on your waves I will endeavor;
teach me your dance to ocean tides and song,
to swim in your salt-sweet sea forever.

Love’s the heart that guides us from stormy shoal.
Truth, the sheet, line and sail that keeps us whole.

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©
david coyote
September 30, 2001

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