The sea whispers
Breath comes in and then out
In a distance it sweet roar
Crescendos in a swell
Of soft breeze travels through
I feel tranquilizing sleep
We try to linger in the unknown
We are just too human
So I fall asleep with feelings
Copyrighted: CMM 2019
A robin waits and then she soars
I run the hills out of doors
In the middle of world’s unrest
I still run and the Robin makes her nest.
Midnight and the sea and wind plays just inside the moon.
Beacons flicker on the horizon to remind the sea the ships wait until morning light.
Unseen Artist’s brush sweeps white froth clouds against a midnight sky.
The poet listens to the wind’s promise to bring a rain shower to lead the dance.
The dust of the day , the worry of tomorrow finds a journey into a healing crescendo.
Copyright: 2016 CMM