the sea was his mother his lover his sister his brother The source of it all The boy sat on the quay With knees Tucked close And tight Safe in his own Embrace warmed in the sun from early morning hours The stone bench transferred its gift Freely To his body 3 4 At a close distance An old man Told stories of the sea of Sailing close To the Wind Of enchanted shores Near and far And The wonders Of what lay beneath Of riches That should not be traded which belonged to the treasure chest Of the mind
