"the voice within echoes like a conch shell"

in time, the sound of the sea died away,

the sound lingers in his ears, in his mind

as memory, a staircase that spirals

like a conch shell, the voice within echoes



with the sound of the sea which he carries

in his ears, in his mind as memory,

from his childhood into adulthood, the sound

lingers in his tears, in his spine as song



deep in his heart, the past lingers as sound

the sound of white wash, of rhythm, crashes

on the shores of repetition, the sound

continues to haunt him as memory,



like ghosts that follow him during the night

as shadows, as nightmares, as memory,

as sound that swells in his ears, in his mind,

in time, the sound of the sea died away