Storm at sea
I hold a secret in my deep
so grey and old.
The sea cries out my hidden words.
Demanding to the cloud - and yet it dies -
zinc meeting zinc.
The storm is where my secret lies
So longingly.
Within the roar, the words are sung.
So soft they fall, within the misting dark.
Nothing to hear.
The storm departs the sky, too soon.
And then they fail.
Look close between the waves and see
the echo, sunlight smiling on the foam.
Words washed away.
Seven for a secret, never to be told.
