August 28, 2015

i see your face

tremor of leafage
on black sand
torrid

across seascapes sketched
by voices now drowned
shadows ferry us

moment's pause in this heat

out of waves
we scoop the timeless

where rocks abide
where storms abide

in sleep you appear
then out of ripples
give me form
give me name
and anchor me
to the grief of reefs

where i remember you
where distances dazzle
rocks abide
storms abide

amed, 26 august 2015