Daughter of the sea

It was a pleasant evening
The palm embraced the breeze
With outstretched hands
On the white sands
waves wrote love

The squirrel said to the palm
“You crazy loner
Neither your outstretched hands
Nor your quivering fingers
No
nothing can hold
the sea breeze
listen if you please
that you can sway
you can pray
but she is daughter of the sea
was free, is free and will always be

The feeble sound of the rustling leaves will drown
you can fret
you can frown
but she is daughter of the sea
was free, is free and will always be”

At the dawn
The squirrel found
drops dripping
dripping from the fingers of the palm
the moist gift

The squirrel tasted the dew
The palm laden with love was quiet.

April 21, 2007