I am older than
Though my face doesn't give me away.
I am the root of life through the centuries,
A cold tomb to millions.
You can feel me in the rhythm of your birth.
I salt-scent the air and the ropes and the skin,
Mirror all earth's weather with ease,
And let the moon ride my back, without charge,
We are partners!
Summer blue - Winter, foam white,
A thin silver ribbon, for autumn,
And the rain-washed green for chill spring days.
I possess a seasonal wardrobe,
And seductively float my emerald hair on dark rocks for special
Poets call me angry, cite my roar, salute my music and my mystery.
And it's all true - and more,
For spray-bleached beaches run out to meet me,
Neon worlds swim deep inside me,
And they always have.
And to prove that none of the virtues escape me,
I carve secret scribblings on beautiful shells,
And how I sculpture rocks, silk or daggered to the touch.
Can you imagine life without me?
I am the valley of tomorrow
The city of the future
I AM THE