"The summer wind, came blowin' in from across the sea;

It lingered there, so warm and fair - to walk with me..."

~ Frank Sinatra

We'll find you there

Entranced by

Sirens' song

Standing at your

Open window

In gull-blue house

At end of

Williamson Road;

I'll be wearing a tiara

Made of Hydrangea vine

Carrying my

Dog-eared copy of Keats,

A bouquet of wild notions,

And a bottle of wine

Wrapped in

Macramé of ideas.

Amphitrite's dance

Will alert you

To my approach

As I stop to

Admire the Horsemint

Delicately dotting

The landscape

In colorful adjectives;

The salt-laden breezes

Will beckon as

Unlatched screen door

Of your beach house

Will clap out some

Welcoming prose

To your guests.

I'll see others

Approach from atop

A sandy knoll

With Conch shells

Held close to their ears

And know that

Buddha is smiling

At their dharmic display;

As we drift toward

Your wood stairs,

You'll greet us with

Your whitewater smile

And feet as bare

As your soul

While waves of Frank's

"Fly Me to the Moon"

Crash on the shore

Of our anticipation

And a benevolent riptide

Pulls us into

Glad tidings.

© 2008

The Conch is used in Tibetan Buddhism to call together religious assemblies and in Vajrayana Buddhism, the Conch is a symbol that proclaims the truth of the dharma.

http://www.religionfacts.com/buddhism/symbols/conch.htm