If You Could But See The Sea
If you could but see the sea as I do in my soul, when I and it see’s the sea.
If you could but hear within your spirit as I do in my spirit of its mighty roar.
Then you would in part understand what this and it all truly means to me.
Like when I stand beneath the April sun, the cool greens steal into this heart of mine.
I solidify, I dissipate and reform myself in a world of glory beyond the vestiges of time.
I cry no more to the end of things, nor do I challenge the concerns of a strange day .
I envelop the soft whiteness which captures the essence of me as I slip quietly beneath an incoming wave.
I hear no more the cries of the ten million and five nor feel of the blistering pain.
The coolness of the deep relieves me; the muffled roar bequeaths me a new name.
For I am now the sea and the sea is me and together forever we shall always be.
J. Allen Wilson ©
FOUR -ELEVEN- TWO THOUSAND & SEVEN
Tybee Island, GA.