If waves are like dreams
coming in sleep,
then art is how we express
what we keep.
I, in the deepest depth of your truth, in an ocean of all truths: cannot swim
through the winter.
Living this dream; of constant rolling waves: brings forth precious new life to
the lands
With the rising moon there reflects a similar ebb and flow glistening, as I
alone, walk through the sands
turning to glass, and the light dances:
In this depth there is no quick return,
Bends, up and over, yet still you are surrounded, as I am too, remember the
earth, the gift of our birth.
With shadows playing; deep blue feelings and sea green life journey towards
black abyss, unknowing, knowing and unknown, the waves peak and settle in the
white, snowy temples of my mind.
The whale may understand, and
the shark will kill,
yet still I am the starfish; you the anemones will.
The flow of my river
leads to your ocean,
just as the moon decides tides,
and the Sun creates motion.
Pictures form:A setting...
the rising... a glow... the silence... and you.
I seek comfort in your deepest places and frolic in the warmth of your sun
filled pools of joy.
It is here and now, on this shoreline that I have travelled through love and
become the rainbow; I am your prism.
Absorbing salt and creating buoyancy beyond all horizons and years,
you are my ocean;
Full with considerable tears... Wonder, Awe, and Joy, and all our Fears.
A beautiful poem. I liked how you used the ocean.
"Absorbing salt and creating buoyancy beyond all horizons and years,
you are my ocean;
Full with considerable tears... Wonder, Awe, and Joy, and all our Fears."
Above lines are my favorite. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote
I write what I feel with honesty, and integrity. I love art in all it's forms, especially poetry and multi-media. I love to read, watch movies, play music, and study comparative mythology. I hope to o.. more..