Wednesday, July 04, 2007
what a lovely, lovely poem.
What a beautiful sound a tiny shell holds
The sound of the sea and its melody.
To a tiny child the story is told
of where its been and its euphony.
It's sailed the sea in the years of the past
capturing the sound in its memory.
Seeing all in the ocean vast
all tunes are captured in harmony.
Memorizing the song of a siren,
her voice ringing through.
Never will she be forgotten
each note will flow on simple and true.
Passing through the land of the Minnesota
the rain dance sets the beat.
Meeting a traveler of the Lakota
adds joy with Kokapelli's flute.
As time goes by the shell hits shore
and settles in the sand,
songs to be captured no more
but what a treasure in the child's hands.
-written by Skye of Skyefairy[dot]net.
8:16 PM;
