On Solid Rock

And still the waves have sound,
their foam and fizz
have a tide that flows over the night,
it drowns the foundation
where tomorrow was build
on solid rock
that’s just such a sinking stone.

For the heart can cease its remember moans
those gentle drifts of fluid liberty
far from the hard, cold pedestals
promising their stability
at the price of one’s fins.

Those eyes can tell
secrets in blinks ,
caresses that quiver
on metal trinkets
since it stirs embers
of touches that flow like a waterfall

It’s the sails that are lowered
to stroll that ancient jetty
and look out at the light
with squint of longing.

Inside the spy glass focuses
every gesture and nuance
motion by longing limbs
has its shanty whispers
behind the bit of lips.

So the rock dweller poses
like all those who pass by,
because they are the sea shell spirits
exhaling their own wave song dreams,’
how he smiles at the reality
they all are stranded.