Almitra

Would that the wind could carry the whole

Of the ocean on its breath!

Even so it sweeps up what salt

It can gather in its gaseous arms 

On its path to the brow that

Beaded with sweat

So needs the late summer breeze.

 

So too does love, with aeriform

Innocence, with watery wisdom

Take only a handful of its

Remembrances:

I think of Almitra who remained

At the dock

To see off the prophet

Long after he was gone

And on

To the storm that rages

Between any two shores

 

I think of the boy who plucked lavender

And rosemary and pressed them

Into his notebook

For fear that he should forget me. 

Reviews

[Tai Ryens]

Lovely connection and concept complete with an astounding, wide vocabulary. I especially enjoyed your ending, a sweet connection to the wind as well.