The sea and us - and them, the words

They rise, like specks of foam -
following no course but that
of oneness with wave and wind.

Yes, them, the unspoken words -

Of a far more primordial inception
than that of nacre, ages and ages
of layers before it becomes pearl;

Them, the unspoken words –

Like specks of foam that rise when I
still feel your hands, layers and layers
of ages after their touch upon my skin;

Following no course but that of oneness -
like the memory of tides; unspoken, yet
inherent to us… and the sea.

-- © 2008 Alexandra* ~ OneLight*®