Gentle winds ripple
Above and below
Iridescent companies of stars glisten
Yet in the distance
Hear the calling
Singing from within
The increasing volume
Of high rising tides
Old marine time lullabies
Locked in the belly of shells
Ago make-shifts of present day bobbles
Snared in the hairs
Of young girls
(Page/Princess of Cups Poem) © 2009 by author, All Rights Reserved.
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