Where is the lovely dolphin <br />I used to swim beside? <br />We toured the sparkling grottos <br />or drifted with the tide <br />whereever fancy led. <br />My dolphins' eye was indigo <br />My dolphins' cheek was amber <br />Her back was dark as cuttle's ink <br />Her belly purple-silver <br />and her fins were lavender. <br /> <br />Oh, the waves are the laughter of water! <br /> <br />My dolphins' neck was supple <br />Smooth and sleek her sides <br />The purple sea behind her <br />would momently divide <br />and quickly fall behind. <br />I clung about her lightly <br />Or rode her like a mare <br />She gathered her beneath me <br />And leapt the wild waves over <br />Nor did she ever tire. <br /> <br />Oh. the waves are the laughter of water! <br /> <br />I told her I her love bore <br />She showed me where to find <br />The pearls and silted gallies <br />And how to sift the sand <br />for catcheted doubloons. <br /> <br />Oh, the waves are the laughter of water.<br /><br />Morgan Michaels<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dolphin-7/
