SEED: "the wind in my sail" (fran)
I do not seek Her in magesty,
nor in dusty tombs or scrolls;
but in the simplest breath of presence --
the soft wind in my poet's sail.
Shea whispers a song I scarcely hear,
but my gosomere dreams soon billow full
when She does sigh to me
of faint salty mists of memory -- and thee.
Wednesday, July 13, 2005
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