Conch
Another shore, another age
I walked those sands, searching...
Some shells, some foliage,
I ran at the waves rushing.
Curled against the fourth...
The brittle crab shell swayed,
Bobbled, speding forth...
The waves raised with a crisp honk..
The catamaran, I spotted,
On the wall, seated a white conch...
My fingers traced the tiny lines...
The lines circled edging for release,
I placed it near my ear, it whined...
I hear you now, calling me
I hear clearly, my voice interlaced
I stand here, it's you I feel...
Looked at the sand,
Looked side ways,
Looked beyond...
I followed your voice from inside,
Another year, another month, or forever,
But, one day we will meet, soon enough
For another shore, another age,
Your words will still beckon,
I will follow your words, till there is no return.
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