Both are one, god knows -
the flower's secret heart
and heart's secret flower.
your forget me not eyes turn
a world - as moontides
our days along windswept shores
and dark places
to the quiet bay, and love
seagrass, seaflower, sand dune
whispering your eye to me
every now and again
moonwashed liquid your voice
the whole of your eye is my heart
in your hand, on distant shore.
by Joy Hester
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| Seashore at Flinders, VIC © Jennifer Phillips |
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