Voices of Mystery

Walking along the crystaline sand , the mists from the water world, glean in her hair. Thrum,she can feel. the beat of a liquid heart, against her breast. The rhythm, of the saline life's blood, play a beat, symphonies, from the dawn of time. The exhale of a breath , gentle zephyrs, warmed of the sun, caress her skin. Fragrant ........ the acrid tang of salt, eddies, of the life giving currents. Gazing above in the heaven, winged messengers, ride on saddles of air. Singing in the morn light, hinting at unfortold secrets. She stands in quiet rapture, listening to the voice, on the winds. Alas the Sea, holds her secrets close, almost heard, but buried with the crash of each ebb tide wave.