Sunday, April 06, 2014

33. The calm between tides.

The calm
between tides
the waiting.
The sea kissing,
like an angel,
tickles the rocks
with its gentle ministrations.
For this is the calm,
the disguise,
the cloak of mystery,
the silkie siren songster sea.

The latent malice hushed,
like a sleeping child,
in this masquerade
between tides.
The wind holds its breath
and the curtained sun
smiles benevolently
warming the shallows
with its eye.

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