at times I hear her calling
where the foam of tides is lapping
where the seagulls hover daily
where my thoughts go gently sailing
to that black rock in the sea
there is calm upon the water
and the silver threads in moonlight
cast a sheen upon the surface
it’s a place of perfect safety
so I drift there when I hear her
when her voice is heard in whispers
and I know that in her presence
there is peace and harmony