Weeping Roots - Poem by AHO Speaks
Poetry of changing roots
It must have been by the sea
For therein resides, the dream in me.
The touch of the misty water
Another glimpse; of the spiritual daughter.
To see her come and then to move
A painting of a picture hanging in the louvre
Her fragrance of nature, so befitting a queen
A maker, director and a star; in our earthly scene.
Illuminated by the tiny minnow with its very own light
A presence significant and awesome, to anyone's sight
Clothed in the foam reaching the beach
A beautiful princess; but always out of reach.
Occupants of this magnificent ocean
Food for life and with a presence of perpetual motion
You contain every size and description for man to subdue
Perpetually replenished by the giver; for me and you.
The floor a carpet of sand with crystals so clear
Blue and whie; similar to earth's atmosphere
Beautiful seas and grandose oceans and my roots do weep
A bounty of your harvest; from that which never sleeps.
You move silently and forever more
To become for me as another door
Your color and motion enter to touch my dreams
My roots caress your presence, as they did; with each earthly scene.
12-14-05 Aho Speaks
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