Sea Sawng

© Jeffrey Hellman 1991

 

 

 

 

The sea recedes, the sand swept clean once more

Son from sun is breathing life once more

The air is fresh with salt and not decay

There you stand the wind your silent slave

Forever rushing on it's way

 

Hand with hand, fingers touch slowly mesh

We ride a wave there at our command

Time has fled, a moment left behind

The moment's now, for time is of the mind

Our mind's were lost in years, gone by

 

The sea returns to gather up it's young

A wave appears stretching to the sun

With hands still tied we merge, becoming one

Replenished now, she speaks a mighty roar

Her body quenched she sits and waits once more