Where The Sea Winds Talk

Poem By S. Robert Christensen

I shall live where the sea winds talk,
In a house built from flying spray.
In this sunlit peace,
Movements never cease;
Here total freedom holds sway.

I've seen the rills and rising hills,
My feet taken moss-covered paths;
But I've known no thrill
Like the sea wind's shrill,
Moulding mountains with its wrath.

On evenings with phosphorous bright,
I've seen a full kingdom of nymphs
And I wouldn't trade
Things of silver made
For this single golden glimpse.

When I age like this yellowed script,
I shall hear the wind from the West.
In a foam-filled grave
That my God will save,
I shall take eternal rest.

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