Her right hand
lingers among my poems

collecting words
as a child would

picking up pebbles

her mind

(all seashell & driftwood)

her other hand
hidden behind

the falling waterfall
of her hair

cupped to her
ear

listening to a shell
tell the tale

of an ocean
beyond the ocean

of our minds.

Dónall Dempsey

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/an-ocean-beyond-the-ocean/