Lost love letters
lost to the rolling blue sea
of early morning seashells
of late evening driftwood
whenever waves roll high upon sand dunes
or bring forth new sand at low tides recession,
whenever the sea rolls...
I think I love you.
Your memories echo in the seashells-
your love splashes back at me
on the rolling whitecaps
all day long
while at sea
and disappear each night
as the white foam washes
back out to sea.
Or just at home, on a shelf,
one seashell echoes-
I love you
a thousand echoes roll
I love you.
I'm a long way from the sea now,
will you listen for me-
while they wash in
and wash back out again?
The seashells roll.
Michael Lee Johnson, Chicago, USA
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Michael Lee Johnson's 1st chapbook of poems and his first paperback of poems are both available for purchase or download at:
"The Lost American: A Tender Touch & A Shade Of Blue" (Chapbook with 57 pages)
http://www.lulu.com/content/936633
"The Lost American II: From Exile to Freedom (Full paperback with 98 pages)
http://www.lulu.com/content/972649
In approximately 45 days a new paperback book, by Michael Lee Johnson, will be available for purchase and download at iUniverse Publishers: http://www.iuniverse.com/
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