“Hark, now hear the sailors cry,
Smell the sea, and feel the sky,
Let your soul & spirit fly, into the mystic. Into the Mystic”
― Van Morrison, Lit Up Inside: Selected Lyrics
I long to be next to the sea
as autumn breeze whispers through trees
and shadows dance with falling leaves
I long to breath the salty air
with toes in sand going nowhere
as shore birds take flight, soaring free
I long to feel crisp chill of fall
wrapped tight in my blue tattered shawl
while listening to precious peace
I long to dream with windows wide
covered head to toe, here I’ll hide
in your arms where no one can see
dVerse Poets Pub: Poetry Form: Zéjel
The Reluctant Poet 