crystal purity
sparkling eyes
gone green with the roar of the sea
meeting the call of the child without voice
toes clenching shell crackled sand
uplifting wavy wands of sea grass
to meet the wave head on,
gulls in sidesaddle flight push open the clouds
revealing the dazzled stepped rays
of a blinding clear Sun
and the little child laughed
salty faced and glowing
dispelling myth in a moment of pure Joy
tiny floating sailor,
he squealed: "Mom"
[tink 8/9/05]
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