177. : wading :…

177. : wading :shallow water, markers. it is all waiting, we just need to stand still, a while, look, quietly. sbm.

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Lament for the girl of the morning sea

Lament for the Girl of the Morning Sea.

 

A premonition of merciful peace has emerged

In the morning of this day.

 

And as if in agreement

Your hand opens to the waves.

In a movement of gratitude,

A moment of quiet acceptance.

I have heard you sing

To the waves crests,

Rise, rise from your depths

Rid me of all pain

I am alone wash over me.

 

In this bright early hour

You are at once transformed.

Peace adorns you,

Rests on your face.

I have seen you whisper

To the open sky

Touch me, cleanse me

Rid me of all fear.

I am alone wash over me.

 

Your hair hangs tangled

Stiffly on your eyes,

Green-water droplets

Trickle to your lips.

Your fingers grasp

The waters edge.

The shoreline pierces you,

Welcomes you, calls to you.

I am alone wash over me.

 

And you lying unseen

A curved silken spine

Broken by spite

The savagery of indifference

And the brutality

Of unmourned death

Move without moving.

Knowing nothing, knowing nothing

In your quiet sadness.

I am alone wash over me.

 

I have heard you sing

To the waves crests’

Rise from your depths

Rise from your submerged stillness.

I have heard you sing

To the open sky,

Touch me, cleanse me,

Rid me of all pain,

Rid me of all fear.

I am alone wash over me.

 

Your mother cries for you in her silence

And mourns for another in her isolation.                          

I am alone wash over me.                                              Rob Cullen  18th May 1980.