infinite depths

till human voices wake us
let us dream
and remember the words of the shaman:
'man is the dream of the dolphin . . . '

the dolphin paints the human ocean
with joyous echoes that pass
through the waves of time
to see beneath our flesh . . .

our dolphin dreams what dreams may come
through the boundaries we draw around
ourselves to deny the ocean of people
we are connected to . . .

human touch: whether words or fingertips . . .
caressing my mind and joyful spirit
that sings the spirit song
wherein we all merge in the oceans

of thoughts and feelings-
that matrix wherein we either
flow and soar and fly and scream,
or moan and groan and sigh and seem

to see everything through tears of dread
that lead us to become the living dead-
or let us meet in the infinite depths
our dreams and desires soon may create . . .

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1) The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock 1917. T.S. Eliot (1888-1965). "We have lingered in the chambers of the sea / By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown / Till human voices wake us, and we drown."

1) To die, to sleep;
To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there 's the rub:
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come,
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause: there's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life . . .
Hamlet, Act 3, Scene 1