she

upon her sandy bed she sleeps
as toward dawn the night creeps,
moonlight shimmers on her briny foam
unicorns seek their home.
her pulse beats as waves on the shore
surging from her mountainous floor.
to the callused eye, she is but the sea
but she is forever the goddess to me

angel
©12/19/1999

email bill angell

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