Softly spoken: a Word.
Over and over, we hear its murmur—
It is a Voice wishing to awaken us.
It is Memory of our renewal,
desire of our soul,
a manifestation of all to be called up
from the deep.
Out of the Sea, a Word,
heralding our true destiny.
O and yet desire is half-buried
in the sand—
We are the shells that sleep.
Upon a weathered shore we sleep.
O why is it so long we must sleep?
But we dream...
How the sound of the Sea we echo
until
the Word of our awakening we hear—
All the while, a Voice is murmuring
softly in our ear...