My ocean held in place on the shoulders of the sky,

The wind blows freedom to all who ask why,

The ebb and flow continues strong with the tide,

Its horizons do end with every movement of the eye…

The palm fronds sway,

With a wind that blows one away,

Blowing on the streets of injustice,

Creating a reality from deep in the abyss…

The sea, yes it does, it does belong to me,

I need its nurturing touch, its medicinal Nature,

Its taste to the skin, like to the taste buds a chablis,

To the olfactory my ocean does present a potpourri,

Once sensed, no turning back from its spiritual aroma,

It is there for you to see, but my ocean, my sea,

She does belong forever to me…

© ed <> 1/28/06