Overhead the albatross hangs motionless upon the air And deep beneath the rolling waves in labyrinths of coral caves An echo of a distant time comes willowing across the sand And everything is green and submarine.
And no one called us to the land And no one knows the where's or why's Something stirs and something tries Starts to climb toward the light.
Sunday, December 23, 2007
(this is one of those "what you wake up with" pieces)
It's the fear he lives with, the horror he expects to find.