The cold and sparkling silver of the sea...

I stole the title to this entry from the following poem by Sara Teasdale, which called to me so clearly today. How I do enjoy her work.

I Thought of You

I thought of you and how you love this beauty,
And walking up the long beach all alone
I heard the waves breaking in measured thunder
As you and I once heard their monotone.

Around me were the echoing dunes, beyond me
The cold and sparkling silver of the sea,
We two will pass through death and ages lengthen
Before you hear that sound again with me.

Sara Teasdale

This is the way of love,
how it grows and shifts...two lines from my poem, This is How I Love You Now

Today is calm and quiet but not much is getting done. I've been daydreaming of traveling and came across an article on bogs and that led me to Glenullin, Gleann An lolair, in Northern Ireland. While reading the information on the Iron Age culture my longing and love for the rushing cold waves of the North Atlantic crashed over me. I would like to return to the stark and quiet beauty eventually.

I have posted a new poem today called "The Bones the Soul of this Religion"