| THE SHELL A spiral shell lay on the tide-washed sands A conch with polished marble walls That echo not the sounds Of a silent mollusk But the rhythms of my heart A cherished prize from the salty brine A gift of beauty A jewel to the eyes A mystery to the mind What creature made this exquisite palace home With curved hallways that twist inward To an unknown place A place to harbor The secret joys within me Was it Neptune who lifted you From the depths of the sea floor And caused you to settle here under an April moon To be found by someone who would worship The perfection of your form, and keep you As a reminder of the Magnificence of life? Along a vacant beach I strolled At dawn, and found myself Wrapped in a shell of sea colors Just as my body harbors a soul unseen So does this shell contain the mysteries, The intrigue and the wonderment of life That spiral through my mind If we could exchange places, Would you hold me in such reverence? Would you ask me to tell you The purpose of life? If so, I would know and hold the silent answer For I could only echo the rhythms of your heart Author: Elizabeth Santos |
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| Page created Ryette/Nov.2002 Reviewed Jan. 2004 |
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