Out there
Where the waves break away from the marshland
Flowing smooth as an egrets wing
Among the debris and feathers
You will see the great cliffs rise
Above the sea and foam
And the waves that fall over the rock-face
Like a million unfettered souls.

You will see the blue heron dip
Into the salty marsh
And the waves that curl and wind
Upon the giant's shoulder.

Long ago, a man walked at sundown
Among the stones and water
The stars became his window
About which the roses curled
He rested his back on the surf
And could not hear the ugly siren
Only a note drawn on a conch shell.