Monday, November 2, 2009

Poem - Asilomar Beach

Her morning fog pheromones
Pull me towards Her waters.
White sand
Descending under my weight,
drawing me closer & deeper.
Her rumbling voice from afar
Becoming clearer,
As I clear the dunes &
See Her vastness
Roiling towards me—
Waters of Life,
Waters of Death,
Washing over me.

--Terra Rafael

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