sea voyage #2

Dream shiver, frayed lace limbs,
buffetted by thick-mist twists;
(coiling and furling, reforming, uncurling you
into tide scented shadows.)
                                                        your form fades to grey
                                                        swept away 
                                                        dissolved to the spray that sprinkles the deck
                                                        with a world of crystalline sparkles ~

                                                        a strewn handful of discarded stars
                                                        disguise the scars that ripple oak boards,
                                                        each a well-worn truth.

The night heaves to shore
a million sleepers stir, the earth tilts. 

Blinks.

The mist settles a ghost-guilded gossamer on the slates. 
Wet paths glimmer with a golden sunrise glow~

                                                           gulls wheel.
                                                           moonguided tides lap the sand smooth.
                                                           all is still

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copyright 2007 ebby.
first published in 2001.

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~ by Beeskiffle on August 26, 2010.

6 Responses to “sea voyage #2”

  1. Wow I can really feel what you have written! Great job!

  2. *wild applause*

    this is a masterpiece! enthralling and so eloquent a flow ..

    The night heaves to shore
    a million sleepers stir, the earth tilts

    how utterly gorgeous and Complete are those two lines?

  3. Ebby, when I read this, I honestly felt a peculiarly comforting warmth flowing up and down my body, as if I was being transported on some heavenly ether to that seed which contains all.

  4. “night heaves to shore”… absolutely wonderful imagery

    so glad you commented on my little space or I might not have found you, so thanks!!!!!!

  5. Such wonderful language… So beautifully expressed.

  6. This is delightful, Ebby. My tongue and lips are dancing, and my mind is with them prancing!

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