-Secrets

As I walk the wind,
        salty like a child's tears,
        gently whispers  through my hair,
        telling me secrets of many years.

It tells me secrets of sand,
        cold like early morning,
        that clings to my feet,
        new shapes always forming.

And secrets of those empty shells,
        like houses long left empty,
        nestled among the rocks,
        waiting to be towed back out to sea.

Secrets of the dried-up kelp,
        like fishers' long ropes coiled,
        just waiting to be put to use,
        by some playful laughing child.

The birds' secrets from above,
        like flitting dreams of freedom,
        call me to join them 
        in the grey skies vast kingdom.

And the mysteries of the waves,
        like a woman forever grieving,
        come in with omnipotent power
        then slipping slowly leaving.

And the wind tells more,
        like a mermaid singing,
        sometimes softly, often harshly,
        it leaves my ears faintly ringing.

The memory of the loneliness,
        like a stark and starless night,
        harbored inside my soul,
        comes back in a moment's respite.

And I remember the secrets,
        like shadows disappearing,
        of the sullen, angry waves,
        patterns  slowly wearing.

And the wind whispers on
        without me.

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