Sea of Words

The Sea is always beauty to me, and so is literature, so why not mirror the two?

A sea is a beauty

An immortal simplicity

With deeper meaning

Shining and gleaming.

 

A Horizon reaches to infinity

With lines of mystery.

That draws you within

Further and further in.

 

The waves ripple upon the blue

With the old and the new.

It purifies your tears

And calms your years.

Then bright beams of sun shine sharply

Creating liquid mirrors, hardly

More a beauty than a siren’s scream

With black stand and silver screen.

 

The gulls explore for nourishment

On the wonders that they are dependent.

Floating weightless on the sigh

Of the breeze in the sky.

 

A flash of white, tempts the ocean

Split. An arrival comes. A shun

Upon the particles takes new form.

Then it settles. Settled, away from the storm.

 

The Sea is a reflection, neither Crusoe nor Tennyson,

Can ruin their constellation.

The new waters mix with the old

The colours blend with the newer and the bold.

 

Eventually, the sun will drop its images

And darkness paints all it reaches.

But blink. Van Gogh’s void made;

Swirling diamonds that never fade.

 

The horizon remains beyond our sight,

The moon cast its shadow against the light.

Time will not degrade.

The Waters below the page,

Shall we filter?

From each and every chapter?

In every single wave,

All beauty that we crave?