I HEAR His voice and the sea's voice: Two melodies. His voice that melted long ago In spaces gold, Unanswered and unechoed, -- and The soft sea-fold. Why did He always walk beside The singing sea, Where speech unheeded fades like foam In mystery? Is love in truth a spoken word, A cadence clear, A voice that lapses in loud space For none to hear? Then why His voice and the sea's voice: Two melodies? |