THE BREEZE LAUGHS

Eyes like twin sunsets

    Beautiful, turning into night 

    Into stars that shine 

      Into mine

Evening with a charming one

Hiding within reach

My fingers have sifted through the the sand

Looking for the pearl

I know is on this beach

Seagulls have their freedom

And the breeze laughs with them

At me

Perplexed at my imprisonment

Sand is crumbled rock

And my fingers bleed

Something Heaven sent

Some escape from penitence

I guess that’s what I need

Seagulls have their freedom

And the breeze laughs with them

At me 

I stop to gaze along the shore

Wind kicks up and nothing’s left

Where it was before

Those eyes, those eyes

I thought I saw them shining 

As another rock is pounded into sand

What offbeat Deity was flung upon this earth?

Some silent call commanding me

Tortured into birth

Come to life my Hyacinth

Set my fingers free

The voice keeps calling from some unseen realm

The mystified sailor dreams he’s at the helm

… while his fingers bleed

A string from someone else’s past

Now noosed around my neck

Someone who was slaughtered

Or taken in a wreck

Dead men have their freedom

And the breeze laughs with them

At me

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