The Old Woman of the Sea

The Old Woman of the Sea

surveys the cloudscape,

while the wind billows her cape

as she stands atop a dune

from early morning until noon

watching the waves break.

The Old Woman of the Sea,

she feels a sadness,

for the times that are no more,

for all that came before,

for all the losses

as she stood waving goodbye 

on the shore.

In the Old Woman and the Sea

-this the Wind did tell to me -

joy also rises,

for the times that came before

have filled her spirit More,

suffering bringing wisdom 

in life's disguises.

The Old Woman of the Sea,

she is a wild one.

She has a poet's heart,

she took too long to get this smart,

but the old woman of the sea

- and this the Wind did tell to me - 

the winding path that led her to the sea

is the route it took to set her spirit free.

The Old Woman loves the sea

and feels joy rising:

so much beauty everywhere,

she can only stand and stare,

at a loveliness almost too great to bear.

The Old Woman of the sea,

she is a traveler,

back and forth to the seashore,

to memories of time before,

her heart beating to the rhythm of the sea

and - this the wind did finally tell to me -

she knows all is as t'was always meant to be.

One from the archives of 2011, kids, as I am severely under the weather this week. Will make my way to you as I am able. Thanks for your patience.