BORN OF THE FOAM (pt. 1)

The sea remembered Before the moon could name the tide The sky was broken And silence opened wide No cradle held me No mother sang my name The waves became my breathing The dawn became my flame I rose where salt met heaven Where endings learned to bloom The wind forgot its language The flowers found perfume I touched the sleeping mountains They answered dressed in spring The birds rehearsed their longing Before they learned to sing No hand could ever hold me No throne could make me stay I am the first horizon That pulls the night away Not love... Before love. Not beauty... Before beauty. The hunger that awakens When one soul sees another. Every blossom opened Every current turned Every star leaned closer Every heart still unborn You will call me blessing. You will call me curse. You will write a thousand poems Trying to say me first. But I am older than your language. Older than your prayers. I was born when sea met sky, And the world discovered It could reach For something beyond itself.