Seeking Safe Harbor ~ Philip Brent

Could it be
I have heard voices
From the bottom
Of the sea
Depths darkly
Speaking
Murmuring softly,
Indistinct, unknown
Language, dialect
Unrecognized
Marks my ignorance
Can I distinguish
Truth from lies
Which lie behind
The darkness
Of my eyes
More the fool
Than wise
Yet, I hear them
I feel them

Rising up
Into the night
The day
Sunlight, moonlight
Wrong or right
Write messages
For us, for me
Or do they
Commune with
The sky, the stars
Moon consort
Companion apace
Back and forth
Down and up
Pacing, tracing
Rumors, stories
The limits
Of cells
We build ourselves
Brick by brick

The weight
Of massive stones
Sinking down
Again, yet again
The bottom
Of the ocean
Motionless
In motion
Speaking
In tongues
We will
Never understand
Could it be
I have heard
Voices from
The bottom
Of the sea
Or only
In my head