POETRY

I Become the Melody


“Adopt the pace of nature: her secret is patience”

~ Ralph Waldo Emerson

Picture this
A Cayman moon reconciled
in wholeness
imbues the sultry air
with corporeal mystique
Tropical beams bathe me
in milky light
casting surreal shadows
on secluded sands beneath my feet
With canon thunder
symphonic seas replay
the war of 1812
a requiem for the silent
Intoxicated senses yield
to critical mass
imploding in ecstasy
segues to tranquility
I hear it in the wind
her rhythms speak to me
there are no words
there is no need
I am one with what surrounds me
boundaries disappear
fruit of sweet surrender
I become the melody
Copyright © Henri Ferguson 2004
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