Livio Amato's, 'Dream Opening,' from his album, "Sensitivity"
Salt of the Sea
She said seawards- "Salt in the seas like the blood in tears, a forced forment of waves: our cries, rushed into life, and death, a barge that carries souls to the other side of nowhere." The moon slides into a shell conch, cone, harp, volva that hears our whisperings- breeze, seafoam. This season of weathered wood, amniotic scent. Inner forces drive the ocean. Mystery emerges and recedes like waves opening dreams. Osprey and clouds sail high over surf. Print the soul in the flag to fray. Rocks rubbing in water become sand. Wet sand under the pincers of crabs who burrow. The warp and weave of the ocean slapping at our consciousnesses. You came, on a minion of steel, the noise of condensed crowds. Like an engine of grief. Imprinted with caustic wax winds. Ripe as a salt flower. With blue love on your lips the colour of seaspray. ≈ The sea drops its showers of diamonds on our skin. We waited for each other in the violins of wind. The water thick with history. I placed my heart in your stone chest. A wave gives to another wave its white wedding foam. Here in the depths of understanding among the seahorses and anemones, graves, lovers, sunken dreams, buried treasures. "Love, love until the night falls swiftly." Pablo Neruda
(I took this photo in North Vancouver, 2003)
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