The Ocean

The ocean whispered in my ears last night

it traveled by breeze in a stormy flight;

collecting secrets with sandy drips;

caressed my fevered cheeks with tender lips

and bathed me in salty foam; cold finger tips.

soothed my beating heart; sleeping in silence.

blinded the light with dark calm patience.

guided my limp body all through the night

and carried me off into deep silent flight.

Reviews

[Isabella Ivy]

I appreciate that though this piece is easy it is not cliche. Very pleasant read :) I.I.

[Raven Wyntermoon]

I am please that it is not in the cliché catergory as sometimes, it can be hard to "unfilter" all the forms of expressions that we have learned to try to express it a different way.

[Isabella Ivy]

I know! They become so ingrained. My constant battle is to rethink what I'm really trying to say apart from the most obvious way. So nice to converse with you :) I.I.