A Poem!

Inspiration has been scarce lately, when it comes to poetry. I have had a longer drought than I remember since I really started writing it. But, with the drought comes... the end of the drought. (You see, not so poetic). But fear not! There is hope. I've finally written a poem. Inspired by a beautiful trip to Oregon with three great friends. I really don't care if this isn't the best poem I've written, because I know that my drought is over!

I'm not sure I've expressed the concept in the final stanza sufficiently. If you think it could use some elucidation, comment.

The Language of the Mind

A mile of sand behind me

and many more miles of water

ahead,

my feet sink deeper,

the sand sliding away

like an unformed thought

at the sight of true beauty

A fluorescent glow sets an

undefined shadow

that swims and bobs on

each new wave.

The glow is dimmed

and my shadow is lost,

waving.

The cloud,

a luminescent hand,

brushes the face of the effulgent moon

with an extended finger

before fleeing off.

My shadow waves hello.

An unborn thought,

untainted by human language,

is in the dialect

of the ocean