What shore holds thee?
Is it near?
What name calls thee?
Is it fear?
What house bears the dwellers name?
Is its threshold crossed with blame?
Is it the ocean you awaken to?
Is it the voice you listen for?
Is it the dwelling place of your soul?
The wind asked no more
I let it go ---
The steps we take are forever cast
Set in the lines we label past
Joy and tears of written pages
Never read but in the dreams of sages
On nightly passage to eternity
Invisible to those that claim to see -
I dreamt of an ocean filled with souls
Known only to the Lady of the Water
Held willing in her lul-la-bies flow
effortlessly - through the ebb and tide of hereafter-
What shore holds thee?
She asked me once –
I do not know. I answered calmly
What name calls thee?
She asked me twice -
I do not know. I answered solemnly
What house bears your hearts name?
I do not know. I answered -Please, do not ask again.
I awoke to an ocean calm by measure
I called to the Lady within its water -
The voice I heard was but my own
The threshold I crossed bore a name
unknowable to all who crossed for gain
The water rose
The tide came in
My soul gave rise
to the lady therein -
bkmackenzie
copyrighted 2009
Posted for Poets United Think Tank Thursday #12 - Water
