Michael L. Evans
Going Home
My heart
beats this rhythm
of train wheels through the night;
are you still there in the darkness—
waiting?
Descended From Buccaneers
If in
another time,
I would steal away those
eyes of sea-foam green ... and sail far
islands.
One Last Magic Moment
That day,
when whale songs cease
and wolves howl silently,
I will come for you on a white
winged horse.
We All Know How To Swim
One night,
when the final ebb tide calls me
beneath that last blue moon,
I will swim with
mermen
through the
ancient kelp beds ...
where a mermaid gave birth
to the first sea-child to crawl on
dry land.
© Michael L. Evans

Loch Raven Review Fall 2005 — Vol. I, No. 1
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