Can It Be?
Can It Be?
~ Jezreel Madsa
Can it be, can it be?
Can by a handful of sand
suffice to pay the
depths of your ocean
can it really be? Tell me!
so that in every blow
and in every slam,
of your billow
may remember
to visit the parched
shore of my low-nging.
Oh can it be, can it really be?
Can those grains
be made to ride
onto the wings of
the wind so wide . . .
as they fall off
from the cliff
of my very palm—in grief.
Can it be, can it really be. . .
So that as they fall and kiss
onto your water of sleepiness.
you will feel
in the whisper of the air
the sullenness confided
to it they only tell.
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