a lake among oceans
water and water
still though
so little alike
which beach olds crest
does the moon know the difference
is there flow up at the cape
does the grass there grow taller
reach stronger
sway greener
drink from the rains
by the mist of the morning
with a little salt
from the ocean's spray
on a balmy afternoon
'tis love of the spirit
painting a view of a moment
here at the coast
such as this
through 'The Wisdom Of My Senses'