Do you hear it too ?
Sometimes a call, even a whisper
“..all is well!”
The tide at rise, rip or soar,even quell, a sip of air, down again to where mysteries unwind like
eddies of songs we might ne’er hear till we let the unseen rise a curl of wave, or slap of wind and little muffled
cries of deep things, rushing fast, flowing wide,from deep within then, watch it ride ashore, oh, such things hide and breathe within, and I
didn’t know ?