My Daughter Lives In the Sea
I see in the air a beauty.
I see a love swallowing another.
And now my daughter lives in the sea, and
There on the hill my wife mends gardens, while
I stand with a rake forty feet afar with
My eyes blurred from laughter,
And the salty sea breeze.
My daughter lives in the sea.
She will rise from the surface of our love,
Flower into the air, above the passion of our pastures,
And the florid grace of our existence.
Copyright © Matt Caliri | Year Posted 2014
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