Afternoon ~ Lyne

Afternoon
The ocean is in me now,
blue distance and white depth,
and their eternal flame.
The tides arc in me now,
rocked by the sphere
of the round song.
And that child on the sand
with his pail of toys,
looking out,
it is me he contemplates;
and in the white shell
of his ear,
it is me he hears.
From the beginning this was so,
and is so again.
~ Sandy Lyne