I Sing the Sea

I sing the sea
The full throated cry of gulls
Thrums within 

With abandon 
I whirl the dance of wave and foam

I sing the sea
The grit of sand
A meal between teeth

The naked form
Cast as silhouette
Atop a cliff
Howl, good heart, howl
Just as the wind beats against the rock
Let your voice crash upon distant hearts 
And echo through the dull cadence of time

And when it is written
As a whisper upon the sand
Your eyes will not forget 
You will not forget
Even as the waters become serene
You will not forget

Tishna Mohiuddin is an occasional contributor to the Star Literature and Review pages.