Cascading peaks of airy foam

Drift light the coming waves,

With each intrinsic melting moon

Ripple seagrass silver grace.

As speckled pipers lightly rush

The depths of Mother’s lips,

Her icy kisses reach to steal

Her children’s lively steps.

Ebb and flow eternal grace

Hints secretive dismay,

Rushing low the darkened wake

Wherein all God’s creatures came.

On and on the ceaseless dance

Long season’s cyclic ring,

Not knowing the joyous riches

The very sight their coming brings.

Headlong race for ocean gifts

Laid out with loving hands,

Ochre waves glide trickled hiss

Of sun–warmed, sinking sands.

Breath held a timeless instant

Before shimmering retrace,

As Mother sighs and relaxes

Her watery embrace.

Aching with the longing cries

Ancient songs peal one desire,

To bring Her children bosomplace

Swirl frothy depths’ conspire.

In harmonic time pirouette and sway

To winds tympanic tune,

As cryptic spirits rise and fall

Beneath a shining harvest moon.