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SPIRIT OF THE SEA
When I sit alone May 8, 2004
Poetry © Jan Haile Clark
Thinking of the waves,
Which Nature's pulses reaped,
Crashing
There among the rocks,
I become
A spirit that trails behind
The gossamer thread
Of her shrouded hope
And who watches the dalliance
Of the bleeding drops
That swim the delicate pools of her eyes
Pour softly down her cheek
And hold me powerless
In the starlight