MotherSound

I close my eyes and listen to your sound.
It’s like pulling up the softest quilt
poured with every color you can be;
and under your tender music,
l am nestling all the parts of me.

Little me is seated solid on the sand,
but the swishing rhythm of your waves,
soft and yielding in the light of dawn,
rocks a deeper me, to peace.
Right here, in the center of now.

Is it wind that makes you move?
Does the moon
push and pull you too?
I cannot comprehend the thousand tiny things
that set you singing to the shore.

I only know your grace this day
saves something in me so needs saving.
I trust that when I leave the lake,
it stays around me like a comforter,
a caring skin of watersound.

I feel myself to be a field
of sensations you, the water, wash.
I am vastness now enveloped
in your morning sound sonata,
;in your mothersound of lapping water.

©Susa Silvermarie 2026