Listen

 Listen:

In tall thistle strewn sand

ocean side fires

of a faraway camp is quiet.

The gibous moon sprays 

the snails and evening dew

while waves weave the light

into a sprinkled candelabra

I can hear sand pipers skimming

their tiny dance along the edge

dervishes before the moon

Really Listen:

the heart moves

along the water's edge

touches into the moist earth

the soul sings with its own voice

was this the same song sung at birth?