Words across the oceans
To salve an aching land.
To kiss the crest of gold shot through
With scuffs and prints and scars.
They soothe and temper the tumult,
Lap and weave within
Old rocks and broken vessels
And treasure long since lost.
They whisper, crash and growl,
Echoing in forgotten caves,
Nestling in the nooks and cracks
Erosion wore away.
Soon they fade, recede,
Drag away the the motes of memory,
Leaving clean, unfamiliar sands
On a fresh and empty shore.
Cameron Lincoln (2013)
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