Wednesday, February 22, 2006


In reply to Shiloh's photograph
In reply to Gwen's Poem "Neptune's Steeds"
I offer my feelings and thoughts
For those who gaze out to sea
and wish again for spawning and swimming
And then think of whence we came
Of course it calls us who believe
those with restless spirit

The longing to be where we belong
That part of us which craves a home
A home not of material belongings where we can rest and feel free
Perhaps it is our need to be sustained
We must be heard ,for no other place
makes us feel as free

The moon that shines upon the sea
Is the moon that shines for me and thee
As Gwen waits for it to rise
I see it here in my homeland
And will think of her
With feet in the soft sand
about to climb on board
that steed to carry herto those
she feels akin to be

Hurry hurry Gwen to your dream underwater
For those places unchartered are disappearing
As those of greed will make them dark
and deprive them of the creatures we have
known of long ago and whence we came
Mother of Pearl,rare fish,Minki whales
the list is long
The greed longer and ongoing at a fast pace.

One day as Winnie Cross once said
"When we are there we will rest
And be free
It is home ,it is home
Where we long to be"...............

Lois (Muse of the Sea) 23/2/06


At 12:44 AM, Blogger Imogen Crest said...

Light as a feather. Beautiful and free.

At 8:29 AM, Blogger Vi Jones said...

A wonderful response, Lois, to Gwen's Neptune's Steeds. and to Shiloh's photograph.


At 8:57 AM, Blogger Anita Marie Moscoso said...

I really enjoyed reading this please come by again soon.

Anita Marie

At 2:02 PM, Blogger Shiloh said...

I really liked your ending, but really, the whole thang conjures the true nature of the sea.

At 2:26 PM, Blogger le Enchanteur said...

This is just divine Lois. A most powerful rendition full of feeling.

At 2:28 AM, Blogger Gwen M. Myers said...

Lois dear, I am honoured that my work should inspire such beauty from you, The two definitely go together well. My thanks for the compliment inherent in this work. Love, hugs and kisses, Gwen.

At 4:21 AM, Blogger Gail Kavanagh said...

Beautiful as always, Lois.
I wonder if that longing for `home' - which can be sop piercingly sharp sometimes - is an intuition of where we are going, or a memory of where we have been? Or both.


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