Or can hear a thousand sighs in the branches of a tree
Of winds that have been, of storms and sun-lit leaves.
I can feel the ocean breathing, if I close my eyes
The rhythm of the ocean has its echoes in my mind
The song soothes my soul, and its movement is my balm.
What do you feel with a hill and a view?
Do you look for wings locked deep inside you?
Do you ask a question, shed a tear, or make a poem...
Or do you just see an ocean?
I want you to see what I see
Of if not, for you to show me what you perceive
My journey isn't yours, and the source of our joy
Is both a lock between us, and a key...
Lisa de Jong
|Waikawau Bay, Coromandel, New Zealand|