Spring Tunes the Sky

You stand in the morning light,

all the oceanic aromas rumbling

in your bright heart,

the hush of summer

on your breath.

The tides bring their memories by-

ones that I knew once,

when time passed beneath the

dense ferns and darkness swept

the grass.

Put these seashells

around your eyes-

to remember when the sea

turned alive by;

to guard the darkness inside with.

Your dance begins in tiny instants

of infinity, from beyond

the great river, where I always

stop by-

just to hear the light speak to me.