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.