The Lone Cypress Poem by Michael Walker

As centuries have seen the sea's caress,
And waves break on the coast encloaked in mist,
The winds of time have known the lone cypress.

The breath of dawn upon earth's fertile breast
Every furrow of her shore has kissed,
As centuries have seen the sea's caress.

No cove has yet confessed her treasure chest,
Where buried deep beneath the dust and grist,
The winds of time have blown the lone cypress.

The stress of every rocking trough and crest
Has not made her miss this hidden bliss,
As centuries have seen the sea's caress.

Nor does she count her blessings any less
That pressed against each tryst she does insist
The winds of time have known the lone cypress.

Thus, history must be a palimpsest
Writ in crystal lists since we exist,
As centuries have seen the sea's caress,
The winds of time have known the lone cypress.