My Soul Is There

They speak to me, the ocean and the moon,
In endless motion out beyond the dune.
I lie awake and ride their endless sound,
The thunder of the waves on solid ground.

My soul is there upon that restless sea.
I feel its chill and hear it sing to me,
The moon’s bright glow a path across its face.
I fight against it even as I race

Across the sand to find a hidden stone
That forms a resting place.  I sit alone
Until the moon has crossed that endless sky,
Then drift to sleep within its lullaby.

© 2011  Pam H. Murray