Under the Sea

UNDER THE SEA Sometimes the sea brings hope to me as if a dream has come and meant to be it weaves a spell I know too well within a time that's known but to the sea. An empty sound is all around and echos from what walls there may be found a click--a tap--a buzz--a snap, within the time that fills my empty sound; the light goes through eternal blue and into space as light can only do, as pressure grows, my being flows, contented in the dream I'm flowing through. © ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet