a weekly return to mother water's womb
to reset and restore
pregnant with ideas with whom
may I fall before
to serve to write
filled wisdom never a minute too late
like a lightning bolt with nothing to hide
nothing exchanged no need to complicate
passing always with infinite light
so much depends on wing a'flight
her belly at ease
no one finally more to please
the moon so full yet not quite round
her brightness electrifying without a sound
with beads of life's loves strung a line
so many precious thoughts and memories defined
mother ocean beating her waves
on rocks of anchor from which she so readily gave
continuous in repeated cycle
grand and full of strength like a black knight's buckle
sparkling so shiny she glistens
with a light show encore she makes me listen
for in my heart only I truly know
my soul is singing for another to share this boat I row
