Island Of Ubiquity Poem by Linda Marie Van Tassell

She speaks with the blue voice of an ocean
invoking the swell of blessings unbound,
sanctified with a poise of devotion
in realms of silence that struggle for sound.

Her gown is interlaced with ash and mist
of burgeoning years and stories untold
haunted by the billows' sinuous twist
that drips with darkness when glittered with gold.

Cast from the cradle and her mother's knee,
she spilled from a seashell onto the sand,
bereft as a fatherless girl should be
having never known the touch of his hand.

She is a gypsy girl with twilight hair
shedding a metaphor across the sea
enticing all with her Bedouin flair
and rose hips that ripple infinitely.

She knows the wonder and ways of the night,
has danced in its echoes of silent sin
and parted the sea on wings of moonlight
to sail into the hearts of myth and men.

She kisses the night, and night tumbles in.
Motherless, fatherless, and childless be
spider stretching fate on a web within.
She is an island of ubiquity.

She is the earth, fire, water, and air
flowing from the forest to heart to sea.
Her home is all space, all time, everywhere.
Lost in her beauty, her beauty is she.

A legend is born in the loom of love.
The sun becomes moon and tears become sea.
Whispered on the wind and on wings above,
she is an island of ubiquity.