the calligraphy of clams

I look for other meanings, In the mists that stalk the dawn…

In the stories soft repeating, in the songs that linger on,

I find the days retreating into subtle shades of blue,

And I watch the lake for deepness, and I dream a bit of you.

The litany of unseen loons.. calligraphy of clams…

The messages of spider silk - their weight and graphs in grams,

I cannot read the hidden words, I cannot delve the true….

But I watch the sky for shooting stars, and dream a bit of you.

What if all the brief days wasted - now homed back to heed my call,

What if all the words unspoken somehow… turned, and said it all.

In dreams all dreams are somehow true,

But lost, gone when we wake,

What if all the stories, were just a sad mistake?

I scan waves for rhythms hidden, small and pleated in their reach,

I catch sand castles as they fall, and smooth blend into beach,

I wait for words with meaning in the deepness of the sky,

And I cannot read the comments … flaming bright and flashing by.

So.. I look for other meanings in red sunsets bleeding time,

As in the shallows mollusks slowly form another cryptic rhyme,

Nothing much to notice… painful letters, scarce and few…

Still, I watch the sky for shooting stars, and dream a bit of you.