Maritimus
Sonorous transparent opaque-opalescent
Colors, reflecting the heart
You skim the white
Sing a thousand multi-forms
echoing your movements
under the moon
The hidden bedrock of the terminal tormented lives
Living half breathing
Your sea-foam turns ethereal
Gives second wind at every tide
Every twelve hours, on all the beaches of the world, the sea redraws its forms - new images, new writing to compose new poems.