Listening to You Sing on the Beach
Just as the sand becomes your skin
before the water calls you in,
your soul becomes the salt of waves—
the steady splash of all the days
you’ve sung of seabirds from this shore.
But in your song, there is much more
than just the thought of wings— you sing
and it seems then that everything
becomes a bird beside the sea.
We are those birds, both you and me,
and our shared flight is like the tide
when with the moon and winds we glide
through island dreams at night in bed—
those feathered pillows where we lay our heads.