A Cloth Of Gold

Often it is the ocean itself
that speaks in its roiling voice
its thunderous tongue.
 
What it is saying
I have listened to for years,
as it crackles and whips,
or whispers in its silken tones.
 
Even now I am not sure of its message,
its assaults of thrill and boom
shattering the rocks
into flares of light.

Something about Mystery,
something about uncontainable
Love.