Woman on the shore

Once was a woman donned in pearls and garments white
upon a shore of marsh and grass blades,
in wanton there beneath the winds of each night,
before the sea, stars and waves.

Those waves taunting the shoreline with words unsaid,
a seed of her desire flourishing.
The rocks and sand and sea her bed,
the salt of the tide her nourishing...

In the waters which were flourishing.

Would not any man engage to ponder
for this woman donned in pearls and garments white?
How verily she stead a course to wander,
how verily she searched below twilight.
Say, would he, any man in passing,
how glorious her vision did seem.
There awaiting, as life at the edge of a dream,
awaiting a vessel thus far unseen.

Always searching that which is unseen...

Across the abyss, an endless sea
another land, another shore.
Awaits there a man, alone before the gallant sea
upon stones of pearl against the shore.

Between their winds where waters flourish;
Beyond a chasm, yonder and desolate;
Behind the salt of the sea upon which they nourish;
Beneath all skies, both gracious and desperate,

in time, with patience and faith they may overcome
the yearning and the fears they harbor within their sea.

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