Friday, February 20, 2009

Once By The Ocean

If instead of a dog, I were but a pebble on the sand,
I'd be cleansed in the bath of the ocean's gentle hand
The days would pass in my quiet contemplation,
I would lose myself in rhythmic meditation

The ocean would wake me with whisper and song
And tell me the stories of when her waters were strong

I would be just a pebble but a part of much more
A stone on the sand, a guardian of the shore
A life in the sand, in the sun, with a job but still free
A flockless existence as a shepherd of the sea

I would be understood, this yearning of my soul
I would be just a pebble, free to roll, free to roll