LISTENING TO THE SOUNDS OF THE SEA

LISTENING TO THE SOUNDS OF THE SEA

A Poem by Robert Robbie Lord Dudley

although away across the oceans

over the lakes beyond the dwelling of hills

sailing into the mountains the meadowlark happy

good will be every moment flowing into the heart

where-ever anywhere-esle fragrant

it takes me away really quickly revisiting the mystery

listening to the sounds of the sea

 

and all that we lost long removes us

and we will make it some more sands out of it

atleast one step expected it and i can see it

we both wander like distant thunder boom'd

Inward flung a touch that created

rolling lost clouds as i finish'd

picking it up again

climbing up there and here is something looking on

forwards over places into a-glimpse couldn't we

no matter how far I am a-blur comes back again clearer

no one can tell me but me i hark it will be dark

listening to the sounds of the sea

 

i can still remember i can still see

still you and still me and any change be of this world

I love you

when clouds bump to thump thru times arose

in momentos good flows

and i can see it in the swelled feeling closest the land

a pocket of hope in the silent woods the waves

and it shall pass lasts long enough to grasp there first

how it was so kind how it use to be before we

had to go the long direction to rise was each as if it were

to have the rock to have the cave

to have the stick with the sky above blurry sight

listening to the sounds of the sea

 

although away across the oceans

over the lakes beyond the dwelling of hills

sailing into the mountains the meadowlark happy

good and every leaf's aloft now flows beyond the steady beat of feet

the heart the deep sea where-ever-else

and any-where-else it goes it takes us flying on

listening to the sounds of the sea

 

although away across into the skies toss'd

and everyone is there and many-wheres i go knows

what will today still have to bring around tomorrows

it feels like rain it is as though every cloud came swimming

overflowing although, smiling, thinking

be not tired be no more clear down the line i weep up high

listening to the sounds of the sea

 

i am always with you in heart and soul

and when snow up there has fallen far below normal

you lift your face into the breeze sunshine above warms me

when in it, it be nothing but wonderful, oh, yeah, yet

we won't be weak that cold now sharp i am strong let's go

every moment will flow warm and blaze morning

from something darling the flames of our fire

ripped ropes with escapes watching on every wing

on every sheet spreading wide sailing backward

listening to the sounds of the sea

 

although aways across into the distance

in a turning over worlds in every fields

all of us will meet washed ashore into the forests

unto the beaches because that dosn't matter anymore ashore

what-ever can help us sitting by myself

on a trail by the sea cutting through long-ways short

it was the hottest days i had ever saw

listening to the sounds of the sea

 

oh the waves takes me way back when

peacefully distracts me away again

from those scenes behind my day feeling down

listening to the sounds of the sea whirling around 

and the loose line dances with releases

swirling around it swishing around it so great

dosn't feel defeated so great dosn't feel depleted

and our days might shine through live and hope

everpure ever-so brite inspired me

listening to the sounds of the sea

 

it is not just you i am in this too

it is not just you i am in this too

it is not just you i am in this too

up to my knee and over my head

i am in this too and in this i recite us

though you may not notice

listening to the sounds of the sea 

 

 

© 2023 Robert Robbie Lord Dudley


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Added on September 11, 2011
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Robert Robbie Lord Dudley
Robert Robbie Lord Dudley

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