A Sea Bean

A Sea Bean
came from somewhere far away
and now is safe and sound
in a purple handbag
where once the sea did pound
Twas on a sandy bed
where sparkling coral rings
And abalone and sea horse galloped
to the sounds of Manta wings
flying through the vastness
silently supreme
where sunken treasure lay
it seems,
in the sweetness
of a dream
caressed by salty spray suds
and anemones of blue
polished by the early tides
and the frozen dew

and now its warm and waiting
in the lightness of her soul
amongst her true possessions
and just part of the whole
feeling,
her warm beating heart
pulsing deeply, she
The goddess has the sea bean
which reminds her, of me
and though I may go further
than sight or sound can reach
back across the oceans
the mountains and the beach
my beating heart is within the bean
and she can feel it so
everytime she holds it close
of course, of course, I know