SOUND WITHIN A SHELL ~ Stuff I wrote (as just a boy)



Inside the conch is captured a very special sound

It sleeps within the chambers which are intricately wound

It whispers out and beckons me to place it to my ear

I close my eyes and wonder of the things I long to hear

The sea breeze chills my body and my feet sink in the sand

The breakers toss up salt spray when they crash upon the land

The serenity encompasses my body and my mind

And I think about the woman that time has left behind

Her beauty was like the ocean; her voice was like the breeze

Her life was the horizon that my hands could not quite seize

And somewhere in my past the time had come to say “farewell”

But our love is forever captured by the sound within a shell


About ghfool

My life ambition is to be a bird

Posted on June 8, 2012, in Nature, Poetry, When I was just a Boy and tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 4 Comments.

  1. Very nice-bittersweet..

  2. I like this reflective side of you – beautifully said BLH!

  3. Thanks! I like to think of myself as a human prism.

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