Your Words

          These words I offer from a distant beach,
          I no longer own, are more yours than mine.
          They escape me fleeing towards you,
          cascading like ivy down my walls.

          Hoping my conveyance is pure and worthy.
          On bent knee a simple request;
          only that you may decipher these encryptions.

          Pray the winds grace me
          with your understanding.
          For if you be deaf,
          I may remain unpublished.

          Hear the echoes of far off tones.
          Sea bells mark the changing watch,
          intonations daunting and weighted,
          but crisp, bright and true.

          Gulls paint the sky placidly free,
          in full glide they soar
          incapable of denying the wind.
          While orca breach the surface below
          in vein, for they cannot fly.

          My devotion offered,
          so that they all may hear.
          My soul engraved and archived,
          written in my words, of yours.