Watersong

Rise and fall.

The tune is slow and regular.

Memory’s shadow

floats

on a steady breath

of salty spray.

Mister moon

is the conductor

of this melody—

frothy tones mingled with starlight.

Briny echoes

of happier times—

ripples of love’s tender ease—

found lapping

at your mind’s shore

each time

you close your eyes

and hold its iridescent home

to your ear.

©2011 Anna-Marie Durham

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