Each shell on the seashore,
A possible dream.
Lift it and listen,
Hear all it has seen
Of lovers entwined
On the sand in the night,
Exploring in darkness
Sensual delight
Of kisses so sweet
All tenderness felt,
Hearts pound to waves motion
Instinctively, melt.
Of touch in the sand
Where grains wash away
But passion and love
Forever will stay.
Of mermaids and men
And lusty portrayal,
Weaving together
No lies, no betrayal.
Of sharks in the deep
Where cold water flows,
Of destiny’s rhythm
Not one soul knows.
Only shells on the seashore
And the stories they tell
Hidden on a beach where
Rollers rose and they fell.
Empty apart from grit
Some may grow,
Revealing a pearl
Of wisdom to know.
Listen quite closely,
Their stories convey
A message for living.
They learn while we pray
A plea to the heavens,
A song from the sea,
Whispers of wonder
For you and for me.
scottishmomus 