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.

www.jallenwilson.com