Dirty Little Secrets

in stillness
in motion
in the silence of sand
in the roar of the sea
in the salt spray
in a kiss
or a tear
filling and emptying
the sea within
the unconsuming fire
we had no speech
and our oceans
played
beautiful music

sailor, your life
blew the wind
out of the sails
of a mind moving,
sketching the flow
of a spirit
beginning again, and again,
a thousand waves
pound in your heart,
seascapes of imagination,
a blue boat sailing
the last frontier
of consciousness.