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I am the real sea
A tumultuous sea
One wave hits another
And that’s me

Waves sliding, edge
Of all the earth
Edge of my childhood
Look upon my birth

Whirlpools spinning bide
In my heart and my mind
Icebergs are
My gentlest thoughts
Whitecaps are
The spraying wind that blows
Through my thoughts

Icebergs are, just are
In me, and hold the secrets
Of my birth, times not even I
Remember, gone the times
Of sweet November

I once rested in my mother
I once talked to her
All night
She sang to me each November
Always sang, her words still ring
God rest her soul
She had to go

Now she walks amongst the Angels
Watching watching what’s below
As a child I knew no other
As a man I miss her so

There she was in sweet November
There she was beside my bed
She sang to me songs so tender
God rest her soul I’m here below
And I miss her so

Once she spoke in fiergy tongues
As she cared for her little ones
Brought me into this harsh life
A little water she poured into me
Now I am a sea

She brought me life,
She slakes my thirst, still
I stand within her saltly sea
One day I will too be freed

She made me too a sea
Mixed her salt into me
Left me on this rock
To preach and write and teach
Until I drop

She left me on this rock
To preach until I drop
She made me too a see
She’s so much a part of me
As I am of her

How she worked to make of me
A mixing, churning, life full sea
In the boundaries of my flesh
In my mind are many thoughts
Intertwined in me
Her words are like the brutal winds
That slows into the gentlest sky
And calm the raging storm of me
She made of me a sea

In my mind are many thoughts
To many for my words to tell
In my heart is so much love
It’s gone to sleep and lives above

I will not approach the deep blue sea
Will not walk up to its shores
I will hear her voice no more
Until I go I’ll say no more
Of the words she dreamed and gave to me

I will no more think of her words
Or study her philosophy
No longer will I stand and mourn
Upon the sands and footprints shown

She made of me a sea
Now I am the likeness of her love
I am a deep blue sea now too
Within the salt a move and breathe

She made of me a sea
And now I am he

Donald Standeford
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