Sea Salt

The ancestral spirit of trust

born from the salt of the seas

resounds in drum beats

of natural savage beginning,

freeing my mind to dragon dust winds,

cage vanquished in invisible trust

of first ricochet of blameless caverns,

fleeting shadows cling, bruised

like unopened letters,

Interfaced with life force of trust,

spirit rebounds in open skies

quelling hazed darkness as

I embark in vessel of tomorrow

trusting that the sun will rise,

the dark red wine in my veins

surging forth to nurture and coax

new blossoms in still summer.