1.
The sea receives
the masquerade of the leaves
the changing glow
of poems in embryo
born on the wind
at season’s end,
the trees are in flames.
Memories remain
the fallen effigies,
reflected on surfaces
Illumination
writes the verses downstream,
where veins and waterways
relieve their light,
filling cracks in the horizon,
like dreams guiding creativity.
2.
At a break in the coral reef
the sea of sound is a symphony,
a chorus of tiny pebbles
being ground into sand.
Calligraphy to the deepest sensitivity
of knowing nothing can withstand
Change.
The passing of time follows the sun.
Various grades of light and expanse,
you cast a line and offer no resistance
to the wind breathing life into the waves
breaking chandeliers,
those crystalized fears
amplified in the solitude
of the beach and the shoreline.
3.
Where the sea meets the sky
there is light and shadow.
A fixed gaze
mixed with sun and spray
plays tricks with the mind,
while the tide calls Aphrodite inside.
Out beyond the break,
my love is buoyant in her own stride,
those moments I agonized
over dreams lost at sea,
of last words and no goodbye.
What has yet to return,
eventually drips back to me.
Weeping behind shades,
tongue tied to eternity,
the waves will answer
in essence what the mind creates
out of turbulence,
how all that has been given
in a moment
can be taken away.
Such is life, love, loss,
scattered between the darkness of thoughts
and the light of letting them go.
The sea receives us
like leaves and tiny pebbles,
the secret source of infinite peaks
as it courses through valleys
in a suspension of belief
that becomes a point of departure.
From the cliff soars an Iwa,
that thief of time,
spreading black wings
it’s shadow and the sea in rhyme
opens a portal.
More spirit than mortal,
we journey to the western shore to find
a leaping stone
where hand in hand over the dark water,
we’ll guide each other into the unknown.
yakskinpocketnotes 