sea voyage #2
Dream shiver, frayed lace limbs,
buffetted by thick-mist twists;
(coiling and furling, reforming, uncurling you
into tide scented shadows.)
your form fades to grey
swept away
dissolved to the spray that sprinkles the deck
with a world of crystalline sparkles ~
a strewn handful of discarded stars
disguise the scars that ripple oak boards,
each a well-worn truth.
The night heaves to shore
a million sleepers stir, the earth tilts.
Blinks.
The mist settles a ghost-guilded gossamer on the slates.
Wet paths glimmer with a golden sunrise glow~
gulls wheel.
moonguided tides lap the sand smooth.
all is still
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copyright 2007 ebby.
first published in 2001.
tiny nothing of things 
Wow I can really feel what you have written! Great job!
*wild applause*
this is a masterpiece! enthralling and so eloquent a flow ..
The night heaves to shore
a million sleepers stir, the earth tilts
how utterly gorgeous and Complete are those two lines?
Ebby, when I read this, I honestly felt a peculiarly comforting warmth flowing up and down my body, as if I was being transported on some heavenly ether to that seed which contains all.
“night heaves to shore”… absolutely wonderful imagery
so glad you commented on my little space or I might not have found you, so thanks!!!!!!
Such wonderful language… So beautifully expressed.
This is delightful, Ebby. My tongue and lips are dancing, and my mind is with them prancing!