Dance Upon the Waters – Jeanne Elizabeth

What of the melting snow
and drifting sand?
He ponders the arrows
of a cloud’s gripping hand.
Watches wind shake her hair. 

To spy the girl 
steady on the cliff
she guards a boat 
where sea roses bloom 
honorably for self and man.

She whispers in his storm
“Let me be.”
Forever wayward 
in search of soul
yet able to find her way
back home.

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