Meditation

I hear the whispers from the sky

        spores floating on winds of change

        hems of oceans unraveled in foam

        silver sprinkle of murmured breezes

I hear the whispers from the sky

        gentle sweetness on lips like wine

        peaceful silver waves in aqua sea

        gulls swooping low to catch reflections

I hear the whispers from the sky

        A thousand moons slipping into dawn

        echoed seaweed strewn on carpeted sand

        unhealed wounds washed clean by tides.