Seaside

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Seaside

Out on
the Prom,
sounds of
sea, my
lover’s voice,
as if
dream,
but now
reality,
symbolic revelations,
beach dune
mound molded
beneath our
golden skins,
Jupiter, our
star, low
on horizon,
as tide
recedes, kissing
in Pacific
just north
of Haystack
rock, love
hopping, eye
to eye,
and room
to room,
castle, keep,
waterborne
Beauty, all
dazzling diamonds,
starred eyes
of rings
and sea
turtles, long
journey home,
new life,
calling celestial
mantras to
flickering stars,
as the
sun, that
warm pretty,
sinking beyond
the low
red clouds,
down, deep
as breakers
mark time
upon a
stellar beach,
as we
roll, roll,
roll on
home before
lamb skin,
magnificent colors
sparkling fired
as neurons
re-fire, and
re-marriage,
re-chosen as
Realm Exceptional
Possibilities, probability
into billions,
but yet
we revel
sea side
and begin
anew, dawning,
renewed, and
spirits calling
our names,
the sea,
sounds my
lover’s voice,
roll, roll,
breakers roll
on our
new homes.

Seaside.
Out on
the Prom,
seaside sounds
my lover’s
voice. Dream.

But now,
our reality.

--July 8, 2002
Inn of the Four Winds,
Seaside, OR
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