Invisibly the tides will course beneath your stone <br />Crying to the bluffs, through the salt sea's cellars; <br />And the shades of serpents, fill the ravening tombs, <br />Your bed the straying source for watery channels. <br /> <br />Sunk to the green limits of far dolphined depths, <br />The children of coral trees are busy splicing wind; <br />And where once the dead grew their knotted hair like roe, <br />Fair mermen sleep in beds of weeds, where magic grows. <br /> <br />Till the eye of the ghost unlatch the colored sky <br />Where blows the faith, of starfish wheeling by.<br /><br />Patti Masterman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/what-will-come-after/
