Ancient Whispers

The sun still tickles crests of waves
with fingers dipped in gold
the mist still drifts in silence
as moons of spring grow old

the ocean still carves sculptures
in rocks along the shore
the stars still paint with diamonds
telling tales of yore

just as it was in lives gone by
‘fore there was you and me; 
when I was a Celtic maiden
and you were a sailor lost at sea.
 
Beyond the binds of sky and earth
‘cross age-old written pages
the ties that reach between us
have lingered through the ages 

for long ago your whispers
were woven through my soul
and long I listened, searching
your breath to make me whole

but when I heard you calling
I knew instinctively
I was your Celtic maiden;
you were my sailor lost at sea.


september 2006
©janet Reid
photo by Bruce





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