The Music on Which Thoughts Dwell
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2/7/2007
by ynez fernandez-reyes
One day not very long ago,
I sat by the sea with a seal.
"Please," I pleaded "It's only a dream,
But couldn't we share this meal?
His wise old eyes, so tired and wild,
Searched the sea and the landing.
But all the while, he was feeling inside
My heart, for understanding.
At last he decided there was no need
To fear a being so frail...so he
Rolled this way, and then rolled that;
and even flopped his tail.
Oh what can we do, but listen and watch,
And see what Time will tell.
So until then, it all depends,
On the music on which thoughts dwell.
Now we hold the horizon close to the eye,
And watch waves roll to the shore;
By the warmth of the Sun, we're embraced
as one,
And feel happily free, to dream silly puns...
In the splendid freedom of dreams so fun
When again I remember in wonder,
The time I sat with a seal by the sea,
Feeling, his loving friendship toward me.
