The Beckoner* Poem by Donna Ialongo

the beckoner laughs thru my hair
as i dream on the sea. the
stinging fizzle of spray kisses
my face like a lover's hand.
i whistle and woo back at
the teasing caresses of the
conquering stars. i play love
with the wind. i can't help
but smile with the northing
that makes joy - joy. the
enveloping and overfilling
which spills into trapped
breaths. the yearning
tears which long for
the whispering shore and
my only wish to drown in
Love

(March 6,1965)