Tuesday, June 17, 2008

Who?

The ocean calls
and when it does,
what name does it use?

The trees whisper;
but when they do,
who do they whisper to?

These lips smile
kiss, speak
from whence do they beguile?
These eyes seek
but can't see
who is watching all the while.

O, to be the sea, the trees
the whisper or the kiss
O, to know my name, my heart
the eyes whose gaze
I miss