Dark blue swells of watery mountains
Hold tears from a thousand eyes,
And collapse in a great crash of white,
As they skid and hiss towards the shore shining
Beneath the lighthouse gaze of a glowing moon.
Sunken sea sand sucks the ivory bubbles into itself
Silent and quick as death sucks life from the living,
And while the waves quietly sink under the silky mounds,
I wonder if all the earth's departed souls
As washed grains of sand on a beach.
Each day circles each night in a rondo dance
Trance-like, the horizon shimmers with cold expectation.
I wait for sunrise with wet toes washed clean in salty water
My footprint sinks a little deeper as waves roll
Forwards and backward.
Is there a distant glimpse of the one I love?
Gazing ahead I forge a precious memory
Made bold by a growing gold sky crown
A ring of light streaks pointing upwards
Each beam sparks a memory that dances in my mind,
And comforts my lonely soul
A fleeting breeze brushes my bare arm
The touch of an Angel, if only for a second.
(in memory of my Mother)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem