Thursday, 1 December 2011

The Whale Song

Adrift on the ocean floor; weightless and numb.
Searching for a feeling from long ago.
A thread of memory, uncut in the clutter of yesteryear. 
Salty breath and seafoam hair, I cannot place myself.
Oil-slick pools in the night sky; turquoise glass by daylight.
Therapeutic powers of the sun, awake me from this idle dreaming.
Awake me by the monstrous crash of waves beneath fishermen's boats.
Rust up my windows and stiffen my clothes that hang on the line.
White, crisp, scent of sea.

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