Steady rain on the island,
drip, drip, drip.. awakening
swells across the channel,
lifted by wind and tide.
Ocean surging to the lunar pull,
always lifting, rising
until gravity drops
and waters rush back.
Waiting upon dark night
with stars above the sea,
listening for moon song
to travel once more
into the forever reach
toward union.
We truly are one… always in union reaching for Source and Community… always returning.
Wonderful! I appreciate your work.
I love this poem, it reads like a song.
You write such quiet refreshing things. Its beautiful. I enjoyed
reading it.
Living in sun-baked acres, I look forward to the moon song that calms the up-and-at-em sun song of my day. Winds abate as I breathe deeply the first cool waves of night air. No drip, drip here. Just an appreciation of cycles of wholeness.
This forever reach felt inside your wondrous imagery, inspires
my movement to relax . . while creating all things within this endless
shimmering flow. Thank You!