The Sea Is Always Moving As Is Love

Poetic rhythm is natural like the waves That come and go on beaches , wet the sand The sea is always moving as is love The unconscious is a language dark engraved We cannot read unless we can descend To rhythms as natural as the rippling waves Rich and strange so different from above What we find is not what we intend The sea is always moving as is love What’s in authentic nature that should save As colours interact, by brush to blend? Poetic rhythm is natural like the waves Yet ,in a poem, what part of us can bathe The mind , the heart, the soul, the writing hand The sea is always moving as is love The golden seas, the oceans can command The ships that sail, the whale, the hidden ends Poetic rhythm is natural like the waves The inner sea is moving , tender love