Ambergris and Abalone
Aambergris
is what it was
that washed up on the dunes ,
Aabalone
in the hands of children
'neath the moon.
Sstarfish
fallen from the sky ,
and Sseaweed for our heads
we fell asleep along the reef
upon our sandy Bbeds .
the Ddreams
that came
were Neptunes' own,
He held a triton on his throne,
he bade us ride a steed below
a spritely Sseahorse all aglow
we wondered why he even cared
to show us , but we gawked and stared
at Ttreasures measureless by man
he said he had a clever plan,
if we should want to breathe the air
we'd have to bring a Ttreasure there
or stay forever down below,
we begged him just to let us go,
he said just one could rise above
and prove an everlasting Llove
by casting Ggold into the sea
and then the other would go Ffree
I went ashore
and straight to bed,
I still hear voices in my head
they say .......
"'where have you gone my dear?"
when I hold Sseashells to my ear.
Copyright © Johnette Loefgren | Year Posted 2006
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