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Abalone Song
Abalone Song The ocean tossed an empty shell, A swirled coil of pearly emptiness glowing softly on the shifting sand. What creatures lived and loved--secured deep inside the silky walls of abalone? What torrent tore the creature's heart and ripped it from its shell to die alone? Or did it simply crawl away Unseen, abandoned. Does it live somewhere else Without a home? The ocean left a hollow song, A sadness rolling soft and low For those who choose to hear. I hold the shell against my ear And feel the somber tone--a moan that fills the emptied abalone-- Not a cry of creature--moved on, outgrown-- But empty echos carried on the sea, Anguished groans of souls whose hearts have been disowned. I hear the broken tears of one I know Who night by night must weep alone. I hold his hungry spirit in the empty shell And wish it were his hand I held. I struggle to caress his heart with words Knowing that the meager offering of my pen Will never fill the empty chamber; Perhaps a lighter note will soften The somber tones of the Abalone A note that says you have a friend a quiet one with a willing pen Who understands and cares.
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