Sounds Of The Sea Poem by Victoria Revier

Sea shell boys play
The rocks a plunder under the moonlight
The crinkle of paper, the map
Ravenous waves devouring footprints on the soul of the earth
The sizzle of hot sand under my feet, yet the night is cool
The soft whisper of mischief
Fall from the clank of the iron bar
The shrill scolding of maidens lost in the thick salt air
The comforting qoos of the wind vibrating through coral
The call of the sea
This place is not my home
The bottle offers a help to the path
Take me home to the oak
My magic place