Bent Words

Bent Words

October 26, 2004

Sleep for my tide
This myriad blue
Estuaries on high
My cries importune

Resting on shore
On blankets of sand
Rolling once more
In vassal command

Shout for the seas
Undulating repose
Impervious pleas
As wave on wave rose

Ease for my breath
In mass tidal form
Peace curving death
This vagarant storm

At lasting inhaled
Sleep from my tide
Life once unsailed
Now flowing inside...

Written at 2:39 a.m.