He

A riddle... as I picture it has always been so..

“He”

 

 

He crashes at the sea of thought,

Lathers on its sandy bays,

Carries back what little he caught

In the sunlight of its rays.

 

He dances with the slithering grains

In golden lairs beneath the ground,

And melts away in pungent pores

Within the echo of its sound.

 

He tumbles down the billow’s crest

In the silhouette of its seams,

And sinks beyond the salty zest

Beyond the lucid dreams

 

He catches your eye off guard

Hanging near the water’s nest,

And when your feet are heading east,

He dries them as he heads on west.

 

Reviews

[MagiCrystal]

I just went inside your poetry and I find it so alive and real...you are a extraordinary writer..and a poet..I'm speechless...Merci.. ! Magic

[poet2angels (lynda)]

This is beautiful...
Flawless rhyme and flow and an amazing story it tells so vividly
Lynda

[Wildfleour]

I loved the music on your profile page and your pictures are amazing.

Now - this poem -

There is a magical quality to it and indeed a riddle. Is it the sun?

[Marina]

First off, I would just like to let you know that the idea for this poem is pure genius.

The poem itself.
Absolutley amazing.

Awsome job. Awsome Write.

XxStaySweet,
Rina