The Eye
fire above, earth below
The dimness of the light Diminishes with birds That dart on deft, delicate wings Across the scofflaw surface Of wavering water, The sunrise reflected there. The I that I am swims In the swift flow of thought That rhymes jestingly with the times, And the I that you must be From point A to point B Surrenders your sea to me. I wait here patiently, My mantra carefully Tiptoeing over tongue and lips To meet the ocean sunrise And scale the mountain sky Until it fills up the day. The eye in rising sees An aying sighing song, Descries in the early morning A departing seagull That cries in the singing A rye and ready ringing.



“Surrender you seas to me.” Lovely!
Read and reread. Nice one.